La '84 (tribute To Elliot Smith)

la 84,
won't be around anymore,
we got slots in our doors,
to let the light into these filthy sewers,
you got your helmet on,
you crafted from his bones,
you just a rat like me,
looking for a home.

I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.

beneath the floorboards,
we'd congregate to think,
until the water dropped to flee us from the kitchen sink,
you got your helmet on,
you crafted from his bones,
you just a rat like me,
looking for a home.

I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.
I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.


every line in the sand was washed away,
from the ripple that I got when you made your first wave,
and now I'm talking to myself with the words that you gave,
and I can't find my way,

I don't care...


I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.
I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.
I don't care,
where we go,
I just want to drive and drive to a place I've never known.
to a place I've never known.
to a place I've never known.
to a place I've never known.
to a place I've never known.