3/4 time * = one strum [Intro] | | |   |  * | | | |   |  * | | | |   |  * | | | |   |  * | |/ |  / / |   |   | |/ |  / / |   |   | |/ |  / / |   |   | |/ |  / / |   |   | [Verse 1]   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    As smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. / / /    Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. / / /    / / /    [Verse 2]   Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M.    to take my turn at the wheel.    Climbed up Shasta oh how the engine ached The sun tortured California And old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. / / /    Murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete. / / /    / / /    [B-Section]    Vision tunneled Mission Street hunger beat    lodged out as the engine wheezed.    Still moving regardless of stable ground   and this stable ground. [Break] | | |   |   | | | |   |   | [Verse 1]   Photographs of the best time you had   Windows smudged by the   speed.    Leavin’ home with our bags from Iron Street     As morning turned into California