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• Artiste: Youngest Son
• Titre: Craters of the Moon
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I drove with you through Craters of the Moon We fought about the air conditioning We didn't know your time was comin' soon If we had we might have acted differently Well anyway, we had the windows down And the lava rocks were sharp against the sky I couldn't tell pahoehoe from a'a Looking back on that I can't imagine why All the while The ground itself had bubbled Beneath our feet A hundred miles down Eight hundred thousand years ago Its molten heat Had burned a steady pilgrimage to Yellowstone Having lifted up the Cascades and melted Idaho Where you and I, we fought about the radio At Craters of the Moon I knew I'd have to tell this to you soon I still tell you things, even though you're gone It's Spring, I'm driving back across the moon As I make my way without you to Oregon I think how we were never close nor really far Though I was sitting right beside you in the car Yeah, I was horny, lost and self-effacing You just stared, slack-jawed at God's creation We didn't know -Lord, how could we have known? That death was bubbling up from underneath your skin And we didn't know -Lord, how could we have known? That love could make me a stranger to my own blood kin No, like everybody else, we drove to Yellowstone To see the sleeping giant for five minutes and go home And then you went home to North Dakota And so did I, was sittin' right beside you And now I drive West to Portland, Oregon Cos there are things you just beat up until they're gone Like how you went home to Heaven without me And how I'm driving in a car that is empty