Pasadena Songtext
von Summer Woods

I took a train to Pasadena
I never thought much of the ride
Didn′t know a soul in Pasadena
I got to the station and cried
I didn't like the plastic people
But I thought your jacket was nice
Your mind was like a mirror, I squinted at you and I smiled

I made a friend in Pasadena
We′re passing old bus stops and
All the little antique shops, yeah
My past behind the dusty glass
And you get all my jokes as
We're walking down Fair Oaks, yeah
And I just can't believe that
I met you in Pasadena

On the couch at your apartment,
Talked about the Universe
We sang a song about belonging,
Everybody knew the words


I made a friend in Pasadena
We′re passing old bus stops and
All the little antique shops, yeah
My past behind the dusty glass
And you get all my jokes as
We′re walking down Fair Oaks, yeah
And I just can't believe that
I met you in Pasadena

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pasadena
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pasadena
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pasadena
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Pasadena

We′re passing old bus stops and
All the little antique shops, yeah
My past behind the dusty glass
And you get all my jokes as
We're walking down Fair Oaks, yeah
And I just can′t believe that
No
I'll always be around
To dance to the rhythm of this Old Town, yeah
And now I′m so glad that
I took a train to Pasadena