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Paroles : Jacaranda Street
My mother told me as a child
She lived on Jacaranda Street
With sidewalks covered in purple flowers
From the jacaranda trees
She didn't live there long
But then, she didn't live long anywhere
Rolled around from town to town
Like a Santa Ana breeze
Always a new world
Always the new girl
Her father was a bootlegger
A charmer in a Model T
He played the keys, he spoke chinese
Knew every back road
But half the time he wasn't there
And left her in her mother's care
They'd move and live and move again
Or so the legend goes
Always a new world
Always the new girl
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
My mother told me as a child
She left her favourite doll behind
No time to cry or say goodbye
Just travelling on again
And by the time of caps and gowns
She lived in over 30 towns
She'd meet someone and then it was done
Lost another friend
Always a new world
Always the new girl
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
My mother told me as a child
She lived on Jacaranda Street
I like to think she found some peace
Under Jacaranda trees
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
She lived on Jacaranda Street
With sidewalks covered in purple flowers
From the jacaranda trees
She didn't live there long
But then, she didn't live long anywhere
Rolled around from town to town
Like a Santa Ana breeze
Always a new world
Always the new girl
Her father was a bootlegger
A charmer in a Model T
He played the keys, he spoke chinese
Knew every back road
But half the time he wasn't there
And left her in her mother's care
They'd move and live and move again
Or so the legend goes
Always a new world
Always the new girl
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
My mother told me as a child
She left her favourite doll behind
No time to cry or say goodbye
Just travelling on again
And by the time of caps and gowns
She lived in over 30 towns
She'd meet someone and then it was done
Lost another friend
Always a new world
Always the new girl
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
Jacaranda
My mother told me as a child
She lived on Jacaranda Street
I like to think she found some peace
Under Jacaranda trees
It takes a certain kind of soul
To come from nearly nothing
And turn it into something grand
Always looking for a golden door
A place to call her home
Praying for the wanderer's holy land
Can anybody really understand?
