[ Featuring the Old Soul Orchestra ]
Most things that I know
I don't know what they mean
There's just a gray sky and a wet forest
Cnd a shelter, warm as its color
Like a tangerine
"What's the future like?"
People ask you
"It's like the colors of the houses in Ketchikan, claska"
Most things that I know
I don't know what they mean
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That won't happen
Trust it to be real
To be real
I have all that I need
But what I want most
Is to see your reflection
In a triangle window
On the Big Sur Coast.
I'd have to look back on a very different life
To have arrived there
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That may not happen
Trust it to be real
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That may not happen
Trust it to be real
To be real
