St. Modesto Songtext
von Chris Walla

St. Modesto
You were the ground I′m numbing
You were the threat of fire upon this night
You could feel the living
You staggered and blew your money
A summery tailwind there upon our heels

Ooh, me and you
Me and you

Down the valley
You dragged me along for measure
The boredom was deafening at any speed
Still, I could hear your breathing
You were as loud as the engine's growl
Winding through Altamont towards the sea

Ooh, you and me


If you′re the one who can save this broken wreck
Then this is the end
We'll be through soon, I suspect
Don't argue
These are the facts

San Francisco
Eighty-four miles later
We were the vapor trails among the hills
There, above us
An antenna of God, a broadcast
The table of contents right down through the trees
We were the pixels on the fallen leaves

Ooh, what do we do?

Are you the one who can save this gory mess?
I know you′re a friend
You′ve been right and true, I guess
I guess
I know you take one on the chin
You take it in the teeth for me
We are a team, but we are untied
I'm sinking with the weight
Of all the things I cannot do
When I′m losing it
When I'm losing it, I know you′re losing it, too


St. Modesto
You were the guitar I'm strumming
You were the power chord that made the light