Из альбома: Stop Looking Like Music
Well the boys from the south play guitar on the porch
As we surfed in the waves trying not to get scorched by the sun that day
Man
We had fun that day
And at night after dark
When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
And I couldn't believe that we soon had to leave
Sweet Madera
You know that I'll miss my Madera
I've got to go back to Madera
Oh
Madera
Ra bum bum bum bum
Da da day
And we talked 'round the table until the dawn came
And then lay in our beds listening to the rain on the tin roof above
Whispering about love
As our thoughts drifted off to the sounds of the night
The clouds opened wide letting in the sweet light
And we watched the sun rise saying our last goodbyes to
Madera
You know that I'll miss my Madera
I've got to go back to Madera
Oh
Oh
Madera