Rolling over in the western light
Rocky beaches, sandbars, baseball cap
No idea where I'm going
Just that love of my life, drifting in the sun
Come on companionship, Into the light!
The hardest part of a western trip
is growing accustomed to the end of it.
Overcome by what we did and what we didn't do
By the chirping in the afternoon
By the surf that left it's foam on you
when you got out of here, my baby
Rolling over in the western light
This coast has green skies
Tall cliffs and foggy eyes
Calling for the sound that pulls me home
This coast has sweet luck
Jarritos™ taco truck
Holding in the breath that fills my zone
Rolling over in the western light
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024