"Evergreen Nights" lyrics
Dylan Owen, Watsky, Sol & Harrison Sands Lyrics
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
I'm never really at peace
Till my feet scramble
Beneath the evergreen trees
Where the creeks ramble
Someday we'll never leave
Our family mantles
Til then it's the beach
Beat sandals
And clean flannels
And cheap handles
And a campfire solstice
I was hiking in the mountains when I wrote this
All I wanted was a place to go with my emotions
Like the way that shows show Pacific Coast kids
(We're going on a road trip)
I might not have money
But I've got a shoulder strap bag
An open gas tank
Ghosts of past hangs
An eroded snapback
A yoga mat pad
Photograph snaps
A poet's sad flask
And a folded map pack
It's the greatest tradition nobody's given
Cuz living a little different is imminent
Once you get it
You fit with the misfits
Or you blink and you just miss it
It took me one trip with my clique
To click with it
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
(To the homies)
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Ayo Dylan, can you pass that?
It's going down like the Nasdaq
Shorty asked me to
Nascar then I crash fast
Skrrt
I been on raps since it was a lifestyle
Now y'all just lit I'm turning the lights out
Tree got too loud, God told me to pipe down
Feel like Eckhart I'm living it right now
And it's
Always for the best till it's for the worst
Took a bullet to the chest in the form of a word
Done young gun till you hit the one
Gotta sing for the sun till the morning come
I just hit my head on the disco ball
Keep going till you dead how you get so tall
We was just some kids trying to hit the mall
And now we Santa Claus and we giving it all
Getting involved
The present is a present and I'm having a ball
Feeling like Magic but no passing the rock
Whole point is that you got what you got
Life
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
(To the homies)
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Got to go and pack a bag I'm a vagabond
If you don't think you're gonna lag you can tag along
Zip your jackets on
Quit your jacking off
And be gone
We could trade some chron and some plaid for the black chiffon
We could cruise up at the drag while we crank a song
We could plant a flag on a crag at the crack of dawn
I don't give a profane phrase if you lack the brawn
Cuz the track is long but the brain in the back is strong
Life could sit up on my face
I'mma back up on that ass
Catch me racing out the past
They're like that's him
With his foot up on the gas
And his head above the fog
And the smog and the hat
With the flat brim
Every sail up in his mast
And the future in his grasp
While he's cruising in the van
With the shag trim
Cuz he's putting up his shot
But it's rolling to his spot
When he hits them with the backspin
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
I'm never really at peace
Till my feet scramble
Beneath the evergreen trees
Where the creeks ramble
Someday we'll never leave
Our family mantles
Til then it's the beach
Beat sandals
And clean flannels
And cheap handles
And a campfire solstice
I was hiking in the mountains when I wrote this
All I wanted was a place to go with my emotions
Like the way that shows show Pacific Coast kids
(We're going on a road trip)
I might not have money
But I've got a shoulder strap bag
An open gas tank
Ghosts of past hangs
An eroded snapback
A yoga mat pad
Photograph snaps
A poet's sad flask
And a folded map pack
It's the greatest tradition nobody's given
Cuz living a little different is imminent
Once you get it
You fit with the misfits
Or you blink and you just miss it
It took me one trip with my clique
To click with it
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
(To the homies)
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Ayo Dylan, can you pass that?
It's going down like the Nasdaq
Shorty asked me to
Nascar then I crash fast
Skrrt
I been on raps since it was a lifestyle
Now y'all just lit I'm turning the lights out
Tree got too loud, God told me to pipe down
Feel like Eckhart I'm living it right now
And it's
Always for the best till it's for the worst
Took a bullet to the chest in the form of a word
Done young gun till you hit the one
Gotta sing for the sun till the morning come
I just hit my head on the disco ball
Keep going till you dead how you get so tall
We was just some kids trying to hit the mall
And now we Santa Claus and we giving it all
Getting involved
The present is a present and I'm having a ball
Feeling like Magic but no passing the rock
Whole point is that you got what you got
Life
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
(To the homies)
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Tripping the road
Got to go and pack a bag I'm a vagabond
If you don't think you're gonna lag you can tag along
Zip your jackets on
Quit your jacking off
And be gone
We could trade some chron and some plaid for the black chiffon
We could cruise up at the drag while we crank a song
We could plant a flag on a crag at the crack of dawn
I don't give a profane phrase if you lack the brawn
Cuz the track is long but the brain in the back is strong
Life could sit up on my face
I'mma back up on that ass
Catch me racing out the past
They're like that's him
With his foot up on the gas
And his head above the fog
And the smog and the hat
With the flat brim
Every sail up in his mast
And the future in his grasp
While he's cruising in the van
With the shag trim
Cuz he's putting up his shot
But it's rolling to his spot
When he hits them with the backspin
Are we there yet?
No, almost
Sunset show me the Pacific Coast
Camper van, front seat
Secondhand clothes
Take a couple photos that we won't ever post
Lost a few friends to this thing called life
Poured out every last ounce of my pint
But I'm making a toast
Because they would have loved these evergreen nights
Tripping the road
