Gossamer

We almost crashed there in that L.A. county parking lot
Sweating in the San Fernando Valley sun
I really fucked up the paint job on your little sister's car
And I'm sorry for everything else I've done

So I'll retreat back to the East Coast
And be a good ol' Pennsylvania farmers son
Yeah, I'm still living in that haunted house my parents bought
Yeah, the one right by the battlefield where
Washington won

Despite the memories, I've really learned to hate it here
In spite of every lesson learned in my young life
I learn to drive there, by the driveway in a tractor
I learned to love inside my car on muggy nights

And I believe that there is some form of redemption
Yeah, something gossamer that I can idealize
Yeah, there's a blizzard on the mountain tops in Aspen
And it's raining every goddamn day in paradise

With every fibre of my being, I fall further out of line
But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"
And every figment I've imagined was forgotten over time
But she says, "Just look forward, not behind"

We almost crashed there in that L.A. County parking lot
I'm still deciding if I really did survive
I read an avalanche just swallowed up the mountain
And a tidal wave ate Paradise alive