Leather Jacket

Album: High Noon (2014)
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  • Hey

    A hundreds of stories before I showed up
    If they'd tell them to me, and pull photos up
    And they're all connected like a pair of handcuffs
    No one seemed effected that everyone had fucked
    But there was a softness, some kind of understanding (understating)
    Those 2 AM decisions, always shakey landings
    And no one ever knew what could be demanded (be demanded)
    Maybe it's the cards, the card that she was handed

    You called me up from a pay phone
    I said hang tight, I can drive you home
    I pulled on up and with a southern accent
    I offered you my dad's leather jacket, yeah

    I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work
    Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks
    She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk
    She even pulled off her stupid haircut
    She said, I don't need a sponsor or the best lover
    Some man that sees me as some fixer-upper
    The last few years meant I've been running for cover (running)
    Trying to sleep so I can visit my mother

    You called me up from a pay phone
    I said hang tight, I can drive you home
    I pulled on up and with a southern accent
    I offered you my dad's leather jacket

    When times were tough in the worst years
    We never knew how to interfere
    And now you're back and just unpacking
    Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

    In September when it goes off, like some goddamn alarm clock
    And it hits her like a third shot, conversations, she just stares off
    There's no longer a voice calling, when she goes out, saying
    "I'll be up waiting for you"

    You called me up from a pay phone
    I said hang tight, I can drive you home
    I pulled on up and with a southern accent
    I offered you my dad's leather jacket

    When times were tough in the worst years
    We never knew how to interfere
    And now you're back and just unpacking
    Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

    You called me up from a pay phone
    Ooh
    You called me up from a pay phone
    Ooh
    You called me up from a pay phone
    Ooh
    You called me up from a pay phone

    And I said, who the fuck uses a payphone? Writer/s: Michael John Deangelis, Nicholas William Dika, Robert Max Kerman, Timothy James Oxford
    Publisher: WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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