The Trestle core group consists of Jeff Owens, Mike Franks, Mark Peter & Randy Johnson. We are located in the Southern California area and we are primarily an a
Lyrics
To Arizona
Sittin on the bus, in my window seat
ev'rything I own -'s in-a backpack underneath
I'll be going home, (I) been here way too long, now it's over
(I) Worked in ev'ry bar, & slaved on ev'ry note
Mostly lived off my tip jar, on all the songs I wrote
(Yeah) I gave it all I had,(but) now I'm headed back - to Arizona
I thought I'd be rich man; I thought I'd be a star
I'd live in a big ol' mans-ion; drive a bunch of fan-cy cars
_ my dreams are coming with me to Arizona
Sometimes I drew great crowds, and my songs did so well
Most times they'd _ sit 'n drink and talk among themselves
The Dream I'll surely miss, but I can't live like this, no more now
(Yeah) I thought I'd be rich man; I thought I'd be a star
I'd live in a big ol' mans-ion; drive a bunch of fan-cy cars
In the circle of the spotlight, ain't _ room for ev'ry one
So my dreams are coming with me to Arizona
(I don't) care what they say
(It's) my choice anyway
I don't think I'm givin' up
I just think I've had enough
of chasing the wrong thing
when the songs that I sing
is what I love
I kept looking for the fame; never saw the thing I need
' just want to sing my songs with words that I be-leive
I'll give it all I've got, when I get back home - to Arizona
(You know) I thought I'd be rich man; I thought I'd be a star
I'd live in a big ol' mans-ion; drive a bunch of fan-cy cars
(But) In the circle of the spotlight, ain't no room for ev'ry one
So my dreams are coming with me to Arizona
' no more I can say, _ I'll be on my way - to Arizona
Mike Franks on Vocals
Jeff Owens on Guitar
Randy Johnson on Bass
Cover Photo by cottonbro from Pexels
Written and recorded remotely during Covid19.
