
White Clouds Over the Canyon
dadavis1954· 2:46 · 0 plays · v3-preview
- folk pop
- singer-songwriter
- melodic
- spoken word
- piano
- backing vocals
- 1970s
- guitar solo
About
1970's Folk
Lyrics
Verse 1
Friday evening
Found us driving fast and heading north
I packed a wool sweater
(A wool sweater)
Because you said the air feels different on the coast
Bare feet
Cold lake
Big mistake
Pre-Chorus
Packed the map
Packed the matches
We forgot the salt and we forgot the plan
Chorus
White clouds over the canyon
White clouds over the bay
(Everything turns)
Everything turns into a memory today
We found our own way
(Found our own way)
We found our own way
Verse 2
Pine trees
Perfect peace
Woke up to a woodpecker tapping on the glass
Scrambled eggs on a burner that wouldn't catch
You looked older
Different light
No phone calls
Pre-Chorus
Packed the map
Packed the matches
We forgot the salt and we forgot the plan
Chorus
White clouds over the canyon
White clouds over the bay
(Everything turns)
Everything turns into a memory today
We found our own way
(Found our own way)
We found our own way
Guitar Solo
Bridge
Maybe we stay
(Maybe we stay)
Maybe we go
(Maybe we go)
Maybe we find a place no one else knows
Chorus
White clouds over the canyon
White clouds over the bay
(Everything turns)
Everything turns into a memory today
We found our own way
(Found our own way)
We found our own way
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