A Song for Kelly Huckby Songtext
von Death Cab for Cutie

Photographs of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California

And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette
Our glass house, it threw rocks at all those it past


Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m.
To take my turn at the wheel
Climbed up Shasta, oh, how the engine ached
As the sun tortured California

And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me
Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete

Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
Lodged out as the engine wheezed
Still moving regardless of stable ground
And this stable ground


Photographs of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the speed
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into California