Beat Up Trucks and Homemade Skateboards California Fall spread her leaves all on the ground All of my longings painted yellow, red and brown Learning how to surf, building stuff with Lego's Cowboy hats and smiles, apple cider and green burritos Taking the train to Burbank, driving on the shore Loving California, beat up trucks and homemade skateboards Oh, time moves on We'd spend all day together and stay up late at night Wake up for Denny's breakfast just before the break of daylight One hundred mix tapes full of songs that I know you couldn't stand Searching Aron's Records for some god-awful punk bands Driving to Arizona, I called you crying on the phone That's when I knew that where you were, that's where I was home Oh, time moves on Grayed hair and wrinkles, selling records and growing crazy Horrible speech impediments, knowing that you love me Reading books beside you over coffee every morning Silk screening, scrap booking, singing songs and being boring My ears will grow too big and deaf from Steve Albini songs You will shake your head and laugh cause you knew it all along Oh, time moves on I will always love you And you will always be the general I'm just so glad that I'm home