Strange Magic - Turn Left on Alameda
Waking in the light of a firebird blazeSmell of sweet dirt floatin' cotton in the haze
Oh, I miss it here
Weather man is wonderin'
'Bout the highs and the lows
Percolator's bubbling with the funny papers groan
Oh, I miss it here
If your spirit's gone, I think you will return
When the walls aren't cracking, and the kettle isn't burnt
Oh, I miss it here
Count the stacked bricks, count the sweat and the blood
Certain things are priceless, how can you give it up?
Oh, I miss it here
You're never gonna drive down that road again
And have the feeling that you're comin' home again
You're never goin' home
Written by:
Javier Romero
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