Windsors on my Mind by The Sanctions Lyrics
63 miles out of San Francisco life is quiet and time is slow
Oak trees and sweet pastries
All the shops in the town green they close their doors at eight
You could walk end to end in less than an hour small-town feeling
With the poppy flowers
Between Healdsburg and Santa Rosa
Can’t find it on a map but come on I’ll show ya
The car is packed with instruments
But Windsor’s on my mind
Said “mom I’m never coming back”
But Windsor’s on my mind
I wanted to get far away
From the county of Cabernet
(But I’m) missing the summer green
And Windsor’s on my mind
Windsor's on my mind
But Windsor’s on my mind
I don’t know what the future holds
Is anyone else in control of me?
I don’t know if there’s someone up there
Knows how it unfolds for me
Friends who got older. Moving on
Can’t we just live in these strings and fender amplifiers?
Smiling on the Phoenix days
I’d pay to do it every day thank you, Jim and Tom
The car is packed with instruments
But Windsor’s on my mind
Said “mom I’m never coming back”
But Windsor’s on my mind
I wanted to get far away
From the county of Cabernet
(But I’m) missing the summer green
And Windsor’s on my mind
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road SouthHomesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
I never thought I’d miss this town
But Windsor’s on my mind
I never thought I’d miss this town
But Windsor’s on my mind
Oak trees and sweet pastries
All the shops in the town green they close their doors at eight
You could walk end to end in less than an hour small-town feeling
With the poppy flowers
Between Healdsburg and Santa Rosa
Can’t find it on a map but come on I’ll show ya
The car is packed with instruments
But Windsor’s on my mind
Said “mom I’m never coming back”
But Windsor’s on my mind
I wanted to get far away
From the county of Cabernet
(But I’m) missing the summer green
And Windsor’s on my mind
Windsor's on my mind
But Windsor’s on my mind
I don’t know what the future holds
Is anyone else in control of me?
I don’t know if there’s someone up there
Knows how it unfolds for me
Friends who got older. Moving on
Can’t we just live in these strings and fender amplifiers?
Smiling on the Phoenix days
I’d pay to do it every day thank you, Jim and Tom
The car is packed with instruments
But Windsor’s on my mind
Said “mom I’m never coming back”
But Windsor’s on my mind
I wanted to get far away
From the county of Cabernet
(But I’m) missing the summer green
And Windsor’s on my mind
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
Homesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road SouthHomesick, skin thick, I want my old crowd
Detached, unscathed I need my Brooke’s Road South
I never thought I’d miss this town
But Windsor’s on my mind
I never thought I’d miss this town
But Windsor’s on my mind