Field Notes

We met Friday in a parking lot Somewhere down off of 405

Sun was setting it was gettin dark so I I tried to ease my worried mind

Somehow you and I got stoned

We walked a mile in a Redmond field

You said you had to leave, you had to go, so go Somehow you and I got stoned

Yeah I don’t really know quite how

But somehow you and I got stoned

And we took field notes

Of how it felt to lose control

The sun was going down and somehow we got faded Running ‘round

But I, don’t know myself

You show me a new band on the radio

I tell you how they probably write their parts

You said just listen to forget the mechanics of it all Just like how we treat our hearts

Ah yeah, sorta like how just like how

You and I treat our hearts

And we took field notes

Of how it felt to lose control

The sun was going down and somehow we got faded Running ‘round

But I, don’t know myself

Sun was going down

Had to find our way back home

Driving round town

Listening to the radio

But it gets better

Somewhere, somehow,I just don’t quite know

And we took field notes

Of how it felt to lose control

The sun was going down and somehow we got faded Running ‘round

But I, don’t know myself

No, no, no