Jack Johnson — Big Sur

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Behind the wheel against the road
Next to you, the central coast
The central thought within my mind
Is how to stay within these lines
But still be free

Beneath the ground the giants sleep
And maybe we’re just in their dreams
The setting sun with every turn
Above the ground the oak trees burn
And they weep, for rain

And for this endless conversation
Instigated by the stars

A pocket knife, an old guitar
Coffee cup a deck of cards
Corre, corre, dashboard feet
Flashlight children by the stream

A box of books
A book of rocks
One for the birds
One for the knots
That I will learn how to tie around this day
To keep my life from sliding away

From this endless conversation
Instigated by the stars
A little wood to keep it burning
Facinated by it all

The first awake will stoke the coals
The early morning river roads
The last one in the swing will break
Stones will stake the kids will make those lines

Rocks and boxes by the creek
Again, the lines begin to speak
Words are broken
Smoke signals will leads us into the light
Into it all
And always

Always endless conversations
Implicated by the stars
A little wood to keep it burning
Facinated by it all
And always