East Yosemite Songtext
von Grandaddy

If they knew what carved into
The bark of that old tree
Both our names divided by
A heart designed by me
Well, I′d be in the county jail
And wishing I was free


Deep in the interior of East Yosemite

If they knew what slept next to
Their famous waterfall
Glad to rest where I can't text
Or accept any calls
Though that wall of sound
Would drown it all out, thankfully

Deep in the interior of East Yosemite