Jon Foreman of Switchfoot "Southbound Train" - A Red Trolley Show (live performance) скачать в хорошем качестве

Jon Foreman of Switchfoot "Southbound Train" - A Red Trolley Show (live performance)

Jon Foreman of San Diego band Switchfoot, is attempting to perform 25 shows in 24 hours to help promote his latest solo release, The Wonderlands. We got him on show #20 on this journey and about 40-50 fans showed up at 5am to support him. Here he is performing "Southbound Train" on a southbound trolley to downtown San Diego. A Red Trolley Show is brought to you by Rowlbertos Media and Karl Strauss Brewing. http://rowlbertos.com/ Facebook -   / atrolleyshow   Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/rowlbertos/... Twitter -   / aredtrolleyshow   Credits: Preston Roeschlein - Camera Rob Knauf - Camera Andrew Rowley - Camera/Edit Derek Miranda - PA/Audio Henrique Landim - Audio/Mix Lryics: Oh, I guess they'll say I've grown I know more than I wanted to know I've said more than I wanted to say... I'm headed home Yeah, but I'm not so sure That home is a place You can still get to by train So I'm looking out the window And I'm drifting off to sleep With my face pressed up against the pane With the rhythm of my heart And the ringing in my ears It's the rhythm of the southbound train Oh, Where the wind starts to look like her hair And the clouds in her bright blue eyes As the sea and the shore fall and rise Like her breast as she breathes by my side And the moon is her lips as the sun Is headed on down to the sea Like her head as she lays down on me Until we reach ocean side Over and over, I hear the same refrain It's the rhythm of my heart And my sleepy girl's breathing It's the rhythm of my southbound train Oh, I suppose they'll say I should've known Or maybe I'm just feeling old Like a lawyer with no one to blame... I'm headed home Yeah, but I'm not so sure That home is a place That'll ever be the same So we gather up our things And we head out in the cold And your eyes are where you carry the pain When I hear the whistle weeping It's crying to the sky It's the rhythm of my southbound train It's the rhythm of my southbound train