Song for Kelly Huckaby-Death Cab for Cutie

[00:47.14]Photographs of the best time you had, [00:52.27]windows smugded by the speed. [00:58.61]Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, [01:03.67]as morning turned into California, [01:08.49]And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. [01:17.28] [01:21.36]Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. [01:30.30] [01:39.65]Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel. [01:50.16]Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached [01:54.72]as the sun tortured California, [02:00.13]and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. [02:10.42]Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete. [02:26.70] [02:32.06]Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat [02:35.38]lodged out as the engine wheezed. [02:40.80]Still moving regardless of stable ground [02:46.92]and this stable ground. [02:54.73] [03:03.92]Photographs of the best time you had, [03:08.36]windows smugded by the speed. [03:14.61]Leaving home with our bags from Iron street [03:20.12]as morning turned into California.