St. Modesto Lyrics - Singles - Chris Walla

St. Modesto 

You were the ground line humming 

You were the thread of fire upon this night 

You could feel the living 

You staggered and blew your money 

A summery tailwind there upon our heels 

Ooh, me and you, me and you 

Down the valley 

You'd drag me along for measure 

The boredom was deafening at any speed 

Still I could hear your breathing 

You were as loud as the engine's gravel 

Winding through Altamont, towards the sea 

Ooh, you and me 

If you're the one who can save this broken wreck 

Then this is the end, we'll be through soon I suspect 

Don't argue, these are facts 

San Francisco 

Eighty and four miles later 

We were the vapor trails among the hills 

There above us 

An antenna of God, a broadcast 

The table of contents right down through the trees 

We were the pixels on the fallen leaves, oh, what do we do? 

Are you the one 

Who can save this gory mess? 

I know you're a friend 

You've been right and true I guess, I guess 

I know you'd take one on the chin 

You'd take it in the teeth for me 

We are a team, but we are untied 

I'm sinking with the weight of all the things I cannot do 

But when I'm losing it, when I'm losing it 

I know you're losing it too 

St. Modesto 

You were the guitar I'm strumming 

You were the power cord that made the light