Chasing the sun
Pete Kilpatrick Band Lyrics


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Branches block the moon in the evening
You fall into my arms
The hum of the engine on the highway
Is like a monotone alarm

We drive 'til the morning comes
And search for a field to fall upon
We whistle every song we hear
And the radio plays along

We drive through Portland along the ocean
Where the waves crash down

We're chasing the sun
But the snow keeps falling
Will this winter ever end?
The city's asleep but I'm still awake
Wondering will this winter ever end?

The birds all sing along in the summer
We hear them up in trees
But they're nowhere to be found right now
They'd be frozen in the breeze

I wish I'd followed them down south
Where the snow it seldom falls
Instead I just feel stuck up here
Trapped inside of these four walls

We drive through Portland along the ocean
Where the waves crash down

We're chasing the sun
But the snow keeps falling
Will this winter ever end?
The city's asleep but I'm still awake
Wondering will this winter ever end?

The spring, it must be near
We watch as the ground reveals itself
The sky's a sheet of white
Again let's get a drink and wait it out

We drive through Portland along the ocean
Where the waves crash down

We're chasing the sun
But the snow keeps falling
Will this winter ever end?




The city's asleep but I'm still awake
Wondering will this winter ever end?

Overall Meaning

In the Pete Kilpatrick Band's song "Chasing The Sun," the lyrics paint a vivid picture of a winter spent longing for warmer days. The opening verse describes an evening scene where the moon is hidden behind branches, and the hum of the car engine on the highway is compared to a "monotone alarm." The couple in the car continues to drive until morning, searching for a field to rest in and listening to the radio as they whistle along to songs.


The second verse expresses the frustration of the long winter, contrasting the sounds of summer (the birds singing in trees) with the frozen silence of the current season. The singer muses about wishing they had followed the birds down south, where "the snow it seldom falls." However, hope is renewed in the chorus as the couple drives through Portland along the ocean, chasing the sun despite the snowfall. They wonder if the winter will ever end while finding solace in each other's company and toasting to a brighter season to come.


Overall, "Chasing The Sun" is a wistful yet hopeful reflection on the wait for change, inspiring listeners to persevere through the darker seasons of life and hold onto the promise of warmer days ahead.


Line by Line Meaning

Branches block the moon in the evening
In the evening, branches obscure the view of the moon


You fall into my arms
You fall into my embrace


The hum of the engine on the highway
The sound of the engine on the highway hums like a monotonous alarm


Is like a monotone alarm
It is similar to a monotonous alarm


We drive 'til the morning comes
We drive until sunrise


And search for a field to fall upon
And hunt for a field to rest upon


We whistle every song we hear
We whistle every song that we listen to


And the radio plays along
And the radio sings along with us


We drive through Portland along the ocean
We drive along the coast of Portland


Where the waves crash down
Where the waves surge and crash


We're chasing the sun
We're pursuing the sunlight


But the snow keeps falling
But it continues to snow


Will this winter ever end?
Will this winter ever reach a conclusion?


The city's asleep but I'm still awake
The city is dormant, but I remain alert


Wondering will this winter ever end?
Wondering if this winter will ever come to an end


The birds all sing along in the summer
The birds all sing in unison during summer


We hear them up in trees
We hear them producing sounds while perched on trees


But they're nowhere to be found right now
But they are inaccessible at present


They'd be frozen in the breeze
They would be frosted in the chilly wind


I wish I'd followed them down south
I wish I had accompanied the birds to head south


Where the snow it seldom falls
Where snow rarely occurs


Instead I just feel stuck up here
Instead, I feel confined in this place


Trapped inside of these four walls
Stuck indoors within these four walls


The spring, it must be near
Springtime is likely almost upon us


We watch as the ground reveals itself
As the snow melts, we observe the earth coming back into view


The sky's a sheet of white
The sky is a solid white color


Again let's get a drink and wait it out
Once more, let us have a drink and be enduring




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