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Cottage Road
June '86
Our Sierra was almost new
Dad was filling up, Mom packed the snacks
I was already in the back seat
Grinning ear to ear, strapped in tight
Dingo sang about a leather-jacket girl
Grandpa told stories of the war
About that Corporal Rokka
I didn’t get it back then
Just enjoyed the vacation
Dad, let me drive the cottage road
I promise I’ll bring water to the sauna
I remember the rocks and stumps on this dirt road
In my mind, I was Henri Toivonen
Rally idol of little boys
Dad laughed, Mom was scared to watch
Summer ended and I was told
No more trips to Evitskog
Parents split and the cabin was sold
I drove the cottage road yesterday
I remembered it takes longer now
Familiar paths turned to blacktop
Grandpa doesn’t tell war stories anymore
It’s growing grass in Honkanummi
Now I understand the story better
And I appreciate his deeds
Dad, let me drive the cottage road
I promise I’ll bring water to the sauna
I remember the rocks and stumps on this dirt road
In my mind, I was Henri Toivonen
Rally idol of little boys
Dad laughed, Mom was scared to watch
June '86
Our Sierra was almost new
Dad was filling up, Mom packed the snacks
I was already in the back seat
Grinning ear to ear, strapped in tight
Dingo sang about a leather-jacket girl
Grandpa told stories of the war
About that Corporal Rokka
I didn’t get it back then
Just enjoyed the vacation
Dad, let me drive the cottage road
I promise I’ll bring water to the sauna
I remember the rocks and stumps on this dirt road
In my mind, I was Henri Toivonen
Rally idol of little boys
Dad laughed, Mom was scared to watch
Summer ended and I was told
No more trips to Evitskog
Parents split and the cabin was sold
I drove the cottage road yesterday
I remembered it takes longer now
Familiar paths turned to blacktop
Grandpa doesn’t tell war stories anymore
It’s growing grass in Honkanummi
Now I understand the story better
And I appreciate his deeds
Dad, let me drive the cottage road
I promise I’ll bring water to the sauna
I remember the rocks and stumps on this dirt road
In my mind, I was Henri Toivonen
Rally idol of little boys
Dad laughed, Mom was scared to watch
