Redwood

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1, 2, 3, 4)
Handed me a roadmap and a car
Said "Be home soon, and don't go off too far"
In the trunk, I'd stashed a suitcase and my guitar
I'll leave the state just after golden hour

I look better in silver than in gold
And I don't want to do what I'm told
When I say goodbye it'll be the last of me
'Cause I wanna sing with the redwood trees

You told me not to drive on the interstate
But I'll be in Arizona by Thursday
I'm not the trophy that you wanted to display
But if you hadn't dressed me golden I might've stayed
For a little longer

I look better in silver than in gold
And I don't want to do what I'm told
When I say goodbye it'll be the last of me
'Cause I wanna sing with the redwood trees

Something's calling me and I will
Follow, follow, follow
The path that you've drawn out just feels so
Hollow, hollow, hollow
Something's calling me and I will
Follow, follow, follow
I'd probably get lost with your directions

I look better in silver than in gold
And I don't want to do what I'm told
When I say goodbye it'll be the last of me
'Cause I wanna sing with the redwood trees



Credits
Writer(s): Anna Turner
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