Wood Cabin

Transcribed by Kevin Hung

A redwood tree
The radio
They moved them down the hall


A beauty Queen from Idaho
Was broken in the fall


Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all


In twenty years this place will be
Just like LA today


Never write a love song
Never write a trip hop
Never write a ballad
Got to get a grip now
Cause nothing ever matters
If you hide away from it all


Never write a love song...