Dust on Foothill Boulevard

Verse 1

Old foothills

Faded paint on crumbling frame

Looking out

Beyond where Foothill Boulevard runs wild

Thirsty shrubs

The coyotes circle while the babies cry

The mountain air

Dripping heavy down from Big tuh-HUNG-guh

Pre-Chorus

It feels like half a city

It feels like half a grave

It feels like nowhere else

Chorus

But life is heat and dust and pride

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

We’re tucked away and fried inside

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

The helicopters hover low

The helicopters never go

The helicopters hunt the slow

Verse 2

Stopped for pasta

Grabbed a sub at Corsica

Need a drink

Maybe hit the Crow’s Nest late at night

Thinking 'bout

Burrito dreams at ho-seh-LEE-tohz

Missing links

Stuck between the canyons and the sprawl

Pre-Chorus

It feels like half a city

It feels like half a grave

It feels like nowhere else

Chorus

But life is heat and dust and pride

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

We’re tucked away and fried inside

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

The helicopters hover low

The helicopters never go

The helicopters hunt the slow

Bridge

Dust in my lungs

Dust on the dashboard

Dust on the window

This is a mountain town trapped in the suburbs

This is a high desert ghost with a zip code

tuh-HUNG-guh

tuh-HUNG-guh

Chorus

But life is heat and dust and pride

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

We’re tucked away and fried inside

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

The helicopters hover low

The helicopters never go

The helicopters hunt the slow

Post-Chorus

Down in tuh-HUNG-guh

tuh-HUNG-guh

tuh-HUNG-guh

tuh-HUNG-guh