Postcard #47

(الألبوم: Postcards - 2015)

December 15th, 2015

We passed through Ohio
Or as you would say it:
Oh, hi! Oh
I think it's quite pretty
But you grew up here so you should know
The claustrophobic small towns
Where words cuts like knives
It's not funny the first three times
But then it's really not funny every time after that

So we're on the I-80
And you tell me about last night's party
How your mouth became a creature
A living being with its own will
You were hungry for some romance
You said, "Hey, you wanna dance?"
Pulling your arm and pulling you out
But you pulled him back by the back pocket of his pants
Oh yeah, the back pocket of his pants

You said, "Hey, ain't it good to be alive?"
"Hey, ain't it good to be around?"

At a gas station cafe
And we talk sex like only platonic friends do
I ask if you're gonna call him
And you say you're done with that hullabaloo
You're like the guy in the L.A. riots
Who was pulled out of his truck
Maybe one day you'll drive a truck again
But if you ever do, you're never gonna stop
Oh no no, you're never gonna stop

But hey, it's good to be around
Hey, feels pretty nice to be alive

It's just gone wrong too many times
And it's something you don't get better at
It's not funny the first three times
But then it's really not funny every time after that
We ask the waitress if there's orange juice
She says, "Well, orange you gonna be glad?"
It's not funny the first three times
But then it's really not funny every time after that
Oh no no, every time after that