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