Tacoma Skies

from by N. Dybevik

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There was a place that I called home
's got old brick buildings and a wooden dome.
The people you meet you already know.
Sippin' on their coffee goin' to underground shows.
They do things right, in their own little way.
Love that city no matter what the people say.
It's got a big city look with a small town feel,
It's got plenty of people keepin' it real.

That Quiet Little Mountain Town.
Sittin' down there in the Southern Sound.
People drive by don't even know it's there.
I hardly say I wished I stayed.
Just lookin' forward to that day
when I can drink ales and ride those streets again.

Four wheels Rolin' down a potholed street
crankin' 46-17
They don't stop, fixed at the hub
all the people see is blue and green.
Headin' to the point for a five mile ride.
Back down Union take a left on sixth.
Finish off the night drinkin' Parkway Pints
Eating Pizza down at PSP.

That Quiet Little Mountain Town.
Sittin' down there in the Southern Sound.
People drive by don't even know it's there.
I hardly say I wished I stayed.
Just lookin' forward to that day
when I can drink ales and ride those streets again.

And eat Pho for Breakfast on a Saturday afternoon.
Waste away my nights drinkin' Parkway Pints Untill, the night is through goin' home sleepin' underneath those,
Tacoma Skies.

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from N. DYBEVIK, released January 20, 2011

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