Story Behind The Song
My husband I I went on a trip and our truck broken down. We wee stuck in a town called Eureka, CA for a week.
Song Description
My husband I I went on a trip and our truck broken down. We wee stuck in a town called Eureka, CA for a week.
This song depicts all of the details that happened while we were stuck in Eureka, CA waiting for our truck to get fixed.
Ultimately we decided to make the most out of a bad situation.
| Song Length |
3:40 |
Genre |
Folk - Country, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Sociable |
Subject |
Happiness, Friendship |
| Similar Artists |
Taylor Swift, Jewel |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Eureka
Words and Music by Amber Snider Copyright 2010, Puddle Siren Music Publishing, ASCAP
In the midst of change I rearranged the items I held in my purse
We found a reason we could say, well, it could be much worse
And the truth is that we're getting older and least likely to meltdown
The engine may have blew a gasket but our feet are still on solid ground
We came here to refresh our spirits, we heard these trees pump out good air
We slept in a cabin with pristine showers and the rest, well, I just don't care
It doesn't matter who's fault it was. No one ever wins that game
The point is that we're keeping cool and the result will remain the same
Eureka we found it, all fingers point straight to the sky
There's no way around it, we're keeping our heads held high
We walk down the street past all the shops and I play the plastic flute I bought
It doesn't matter that I can't play. "It makes me look sane" is what you say.
Looks like we're stuck and we're kinda far - at least we can play guitar
And we have the food we bought last night, it's good right down to the last bite.
Looks like we're stuck and we're kind stuck and we're kinda far
But at least we can play guitar
And we have the food we bought last night it's good right down to the last bite
Eureka we found it, all fingers point straight to the sky
There's no way around it, we're keeping our heads held high
The hotel room smells like cigarettes and these cockroaches don't make good pets
There are all kinds of stains on the floor and they forgot to put locks on our door
We light incense so that we can breath I think it's time for us to leave
There's gotta be a reason we landed here it's something that we must believe
Eureka we found it, all fingers point straight to the sky
There's no way around it, we're keeping our heads held high