Pasadena

Stayed with my old man

Underneath the canyons

In the white room beside the lemon tree

It takes an hour to get there

Sitting in my red dinosaur Elan

The killer clowns lead me to the garden

I love the sunrise

And the way the canyon eyes

Cradle me inside the waxy moon

But I won't be back

For a month or so

And I'd like to see you before I go

So if you want me

I'll be hiding

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

In a little apartment

Played two guitars there

Hands too small to play her favorite chords

Look, the orchid in the window

I've grown thirsty and old

Hummingbirds still prefer his familiar flowers

But I won't be back

For a month or so

And I'd like to see you before I go

So if you want me

I'll be hiding

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

In Pasadena

Midnights in your bedroom

In-between your headphones

When you close your eyes

California sunsets

Dancing out your window

Covers up your lights

Pasadena

Pasadena

Pasadena

Pasadena