Beat Up Trucks and Homemade Skateboards

Beat Up Trucks and Homemade Skateboards

California Fall spread her leaves all on the ground

All of my longings painted yellow, red and brown

Learning how to surf, building stuff with Lego's

Cowboy hats and smiles, apple cider and green burritos

Taking the train to Burbank, driving on the shore

Loving California, beat up trucks and homemade skateboards

Oh, time moves on

We'd spend all day together and stay up late at night

Wake up for Denny's breakfast just before the break of daylight

One hundred mix tapes full of songs that I know you couldn't stand

Searching Aron's Records for some god-awful punk bands

Driving to Arizona, I called you crying on the phone

That's when I knew that where you were, that's where I was home

Oh, time moves on

Grayed hair and wrinkles, selling records and growing crazy

Horrible speech impediments, knowing that you love me

Reading books beside you over coffee every morning

Silk screening, scrap booking, singing songs and being boring

My ears will grow too big and deaf from Steve Albini songs

You will shake your head and laugh cause you knew it all along

Oh, time moves on

I will always love you

And you will always be the general

I'm just so glad that I'm home