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
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 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
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 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"
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 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