Songtexte Wildflowers of America - Walter Etc.

Had a nice thought on the short drive
Leaving Cam's cottage in Ojai
Looking at the instagram of a dead friend at a red light
Trying to convince myself this is real
As the cop car behind me
My expired registration
And these little felony tablets
The crushed and empty cans of Modelo
But I am saved by the hell of a darker skinned male
Cursing at himself on the curb, slouching towards our home
Where I come home to you like Homer
And you're pissed off at your hair dresser
Saying "that app you got was a Russian bot you know"
We're cooking couscous, speaking of pills
Lamenting plastics in the ocean and fauxcest
Speaking of that hike we did in the Sierras
It's gone to a wildfire
And that little girl who went missing
Was found sleeping over at a friend's house
And when I need to conjure a peaceful image to settle the nerves
I picture you on that rock at 13,000 feet
In your little new hiking boots
Turning pink on your shoulder blades
Rolling a stoag
And I'm rambling about the wildflowers of America
Like, you and I are wildflowers of America
And of course you're not paying attention
You're taking in the view wondering what to caption this
And how to properly appreciate the sunset
Hell, I don't know
How could I know?
There's probably a science to it we don't understand
Anyways, that was the nice thought that I had
While leaving Cam's cottage in Ojai
I was helping him move out, cause I'm the van guy
Carrying a couch, guided out by his ex wife
And I was sorry to take the cash he offered
But I've got these tickets to pay off and
I'm gunna have to dry clean a suit for a funeral soon
For which still no one knows why he did it and
Is it fucked up if I wanna know how he did it?
Cause we had a lot of fun and we can never go back
And it hasn't hit me yet, probably never will
But it serves to remind these are precious times
Probably thickens my anchor on the bottom of every fickle detail
Like your little new hiking boots
Anything that's closer to the source I approve
Like syncing your cycle up to the full moon in gentle oscillations
I will lay a towel down
Return the gentle oscillations
Sing your hymn into my mouth
Creamy colored patience
Gentle oscillations
Spreading open the backdoor of secret government operations
Ditching the kids on vacation
Pulsing back and forth like manic depression
Growing more acute as we get old
But I remain in full control
Feels so good that I can't let go of the trigger
My finger rattling on life's on and off switch
All the ancient love from deep within I black out as I release
And under the full moon I come to
Sitting on my balcony, across from you
I'm suddenly the sanest man that the world has ever known
And you're wearing my sweatshirt and rolling a stoag
And I'm rambling about the wildflowers of America
Like, you and I are wildflowers of America
And of course you are paying attention
Because why wouldn't you be paying attention to me?
Cause this moment is unique and we can never get it back
And I know how that sounds but I've never felt it so strongly
Woah
This is my stem and those are your pedals
And this is a subject they teach in a class
That I could never afford and probably wouldn't understand