Photographs of the best time you had, 对你是最好的时候的照片，

windows smugded by the speed. 窗口的速度smugded 。

Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street, 离家出走与我们从铁街袋，

as morning turned into California, 因为早晨变成了加州，

And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette. 和烟从我的香烟屁股落后。

Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past. 我们的玻璃房子它扔石块所有它的过去。

   

Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel. 起床到上午05点的声音把我转的车轮。

Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached 爬上沙斯塔哦引擎如何疼

as the sun tortured California, 作为太阳折磨加州

and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me. 老巷子深转身看着我的心脏。

Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete. 英雄污损空白混凝土的壁画。

   

Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat 隧道愿景，使命街拍饥饿

lodged out as the engine wheezed. 提出了以发动机气喘吁吁。

Still moving regardless of stable ground 不过移动无论稳定地

and this stable ground. 而这个稳定的地面上。

   

Photographs of the best time you had, 对你是最好的时候的照片，

windows smugded by the speed. 窗口的速度smugded 。

Leaving home with our bags from Iron street 离家出走与我们从铁街道袋

as morning turned into California. 因为早晨变成了加州。