Evergreen Nights

[Chorus - Harrison Sands]

Are we there yet? No, almost

Sunset show me the Pacific Coast

Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes

Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post

Lost a few friends to this thing called life

Poured out every last ounce of my pint

But I’m making a toast

Because they would have loved these evergreen nights

[Hook]

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

[Verse 1 - Dylan Owen]

I’m never really at peace

Till my feet scramble

Beneath the evergreen trees

Where the creeks ramble

Someday we’ll never leave

Our family mantles

Til then it’s the beach

Beat sandals

And clean flannels

And cheap handles

And a campfire solstice

I was hiking in the mountains when I wrote this

All I wanted was a place to go with my emotions

Like the way that shows show Pacific Coast kids

We’re going on a road trip

I might not have money

But I’ve got a shoulder strap bag

An open gas tank

Ghosts of past hangs

An eroded snapback

A yoga mat pad

Photograph snaps

A poet’s sad flask

And a folded map pack

It’s the greatest tradition nobody’s given

'Cause living a little different is imminent

Once you get it

You fit with the misfits

Or you blink and you just miss it

It took me one trip with my clique

To click with it

[Chorus - Harrison Sands]

Are we there yet? No, almost

Sunset show me the Pacific Coast

Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes

Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post

Lost a few friends to this thing called life

Poured out every last ounce of my pint

But I’m making a toast

Because they would have loved these evergreen nights

[Hook]

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

[Verse 2 - Sol]

Ayo Dylan can you pass that?

It’s going down like the Nasdaq

Shorty asked me to

Nascar then I crash fast

Skrrt

I been on raps since it was a lifestyle

Now y’all just lit I’m turning the lights out

Tree got too loud, God told me to pipe down

Feel like Eckhart I’m living it right now

And it’s
 always for the best 'til it’s for the worst

Took a bullet to the chest in the form of a word

Done young gun till you hit the one

Gotta sing for the sun till the morning come

I just hit my head on the disco ball

Keep going till you dead how you get so tall

We was just some kids trying to hit the mall

And now we Santa Claus and we giving it all

Getting involved

The present is a present and I’m having a ball

Feeling like Magic but no passing the rock

Whole point is that you got what you got

Life

[Chorus - Harrison Sands]

Are we there yet? No, almost

Sunset show me the Pacific Coast

Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes

Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post

Lost a few friends to this thing called life

Poured out every last ounce of my pint

But I’m making a toast

Because they would have loved these evergreen nights

[Hook]

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

Tripping the road

[Verse 3 - Watsky]

Got to go and pack a bag I’m a vagabond

If you don’t think you’re gonna lag you can tag along

Zip your jackets on

Quit your jacking off

And be gone

We could trade some chron and some plaid for the black chiffon

We could cruise up at the drag while we crank a song

We could plant a flag on a crag at the crack of dawn

I don’t give a profane phrase if you lack the brawn

Cuz the track is long but the brain in the back is strong

Life could sit up on my face

I’mma back up on that ass

Catch me racing out the past

They’re like that’s him

With his foot up on the gas

And his head above the fog

And the smog and the hat

With the flat brim

Every sail up in his mast

And the future in his grasp

While he’s cruising in the van

With the shag trim

Cuz he’s putting up his shot

But it’s rolling to his spot

When he hits them with the backspin

[Chorus - Harrison Sands]

Are we there yet? No, almost

Sunset show me the Pacific Coast

Camper van, front seat, second hand clothes

Take a couple photos that we won’t ever post

Lost a few friends to this thing called life

Poured out every last ounce of my pint

But I’m making a toast

Because they would have loved these evergreen nights

[Hook]

Tripping the road