Transcribed by Kevin Hung. A redwood tree. The radio. They moved them down the hall. . A beauty Queen from Idaho. Was broken in the fall. . Never write a love song. Never write a trip hop. Never write a ballad. Got to get a grip now. Cause nothing ever matters. If you hide away from it all. . In twenty years this place will be. Just like LA today. . Never write a love song. Never write a trip hop. Never write a ballad. Got to get a grip now. Cause nothing ever matters. If you hide away from it all. .