i got up early to take my class to a youth correctional facility today. we drove through grant hart-land and ended up by greg norton’s restaurant. feeling nostalgic over my favorite band’s breakup, i stumbled on a blog tribute and mp3 to 2541, mr. hart’s ode to love and the band’s old address.
pretty obscure, i know, but well worth the search for me.
well, they gave us a number,
they gave us a place to stay,
and billy got hold of a van, and man,
we moved in the very next day.
twenty-five forty-one — big windows to let in the sun. 2541…
well, we put down the money,
and i picked up the keys,
we had to keep the stove on all night long so the pipes wouldn’t freeze.
we put our names on the mailbox,
and I put everything else in the past,
it was the first place we had to ourselves — we didn’t know it would be the last.
2541, big windows to let in the sun. 2541…
now everything is over,
everything is done,
everything in my head,
well things are so much different now,
i’d say the situation’s reversed,
and it’ll probably not be the last time i have to be out by the first.
2541, big windows to let in the sun…