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