Songs: Sangria By Sunday (2004)

I wrote this song right after my first trip "out West" with my then best friend/ girlfriend to be: Kara.
It is the most straight forward song lyrically I ever wrote, just describing the events during the week long road trip through Arizona/Nevada/California. It was my first geographic taste of "what was to come" living arrangement-wise. Good times were had by all- we laughed alot back then - great chemistry. Great wine filled days, the glass was always full.




Drove through the mountains all night
Searching for palm trees and light
Ended up crashing in town
West L.A. lodgers seem proud
Got to the Ocean by noon
Drank the Sangria by moon

I'm not ever coming back
The train fell off the fucking track
If anything I guess it's true
The road can really get to you
I'll stay in Yuma with the sand
We'll start a country western band
Cause then they'll never get to us
We'll never hear the people fuss

And Hollywood's close enough
The city lights are just too much for you and me, you'll see
Covered in the highway tar
Milwaukee never seemed so far
I wonder if they'll notice us
I'd better buy a hat and stuff

We drove through the desert all day
Searching for Quartsize then Flag
Ended up biding our time
Yawning and drinking red wine
Slept in your brother's RV
Wasted and wanted and free

Covered in the mountain dust
We'll start with glass and end with rust
If winslow's here we have a chance
We'll make new shorts out of our pants
With safety pins we do inscroll
To make a can pipe (lost our bowl)
"Drinking in the early day
'Oooh' my Buddha friend would say"

And Jefferson's never been
The telephones all work again
So dry your eyes, cause we win

Parking lots and intercepts
If Oxnard's right then we make lefts
Route 66 the 405
The steering wheelthe keys the life