Big Sur - Jack Johnson

Behind the wheel against the road

Next to you is central coast

The central thought within my mind

Is how to stay within these lines, but still be free

Beneith the ground the giants sleep and maybe we’re just in their dreams

The setting sun with every turn

Above the ground the oak trees burn

And they wheep, for rain

And for this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A pocket knife and no guitar

Coffee cup a deck of cards

To run dashboard feet

Flashlight children by the streem

A box of books

A book of rocks

One for the birds

One for the knots

That I will learn how to tie around this day

From sliding away

From this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A little word to keep it perdy

Facinated by it all

The first awake will stoke the coals

The early morning river roads

The last one in the swing will break

Stones will stake the kids will make those lines

Rocks and boxes by the creek

Words are broken smoke signals will leads us into the light

Into it all and

Always endless conversations

Implicated by the stars

A little wood to keep it burning

Facinated by it all