Matt Hinkley: Music

Northridge Court

(Matt Hinkley)

Matt Hinkley- Guitars, Vocals
Brent Stranathan- Drums
Matt Wigton- Bass

Northridge Court
I never knew the proper name
‘Til it mattered least
Least of all
I’ll spare myself the tales
It’s a heavy load
We laid down
A couple thousand miles back up the road

And it’s been ranchlands and green fields
Snowstorms and cold meals
Sun-baked concrete and oceans of grey
And hey
I think about you sometimes

Northridge Court
Thousand nights spent in your bed
If I was there or not
At least I thought
Bottled fireworks on the diamond that Fourth of July
Hairy ride
You snuck under the blanket when the sun hit the sky

And our friends they were buying
Your sisters were smiling
The girl down from Corpus was making a face
Retrace
I think about them sometimes

Drove down 20 with a gift in the passenger seat
And some crazy ideas about
The way things are supposed to play out
And it’s true
You were right all along
Way to go
Where’s your prize?
This impossible life wasn’t mine
That’s no crime
And it’s clear to me now
Clear to me now

Northridge Court
Seems to haunt me less and less
Though I pass it by
Once in a while
I’d have sworn all the tears could never fade away
I’m alright
The gaps between grew from seconds to days

And I walk by the water
And you’ve got a daughter
And I can’t remember how sure that it felt
Now you got what you wanted
You know I’d have fought it
It’s easy to see that it’s all for the best
I guess
I think about it sometimes
I think about it sometimes…