Song for Kelly Huckaby (Facts Version)

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