Venice - 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
Blown 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
Played the keys and 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 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 a home
Praying for a wanderer’s Holy land
Can anybody really understand?

My mother told me as a child
She left her favorite doll behind
No time to cry
Or say goodbye
Just traveling on again

By the time of caps and gowns
She’d lived in over 30 towns
She’d meet someone
Then it was done
Lost another friend

Always a new world
Always the new girl

CHORUS BRIDGE

My mother told me as a child
She lived on Jacaranda Street
I like to think she found some peace
Under Jacaranda trees