Ohio Porkpie

(álbum: SKA DREAM - 2021)

Ohio Turnpike, another hour or two
Counting the dashed lines, bringing me back to you
Another short night and our summer is through
So pick a good song to usher you through the gloom

When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I, I'm not alone
Can you call my name through the modern snow
Because I don't wanna feel alone

I ditched the rental, grabbed the receipts off the dash
Threw out the baggie of coffee grounds and ash
I'll let you go now, that's all I've got to report
Sorry I didn't get better at being short

When I see your face after the flight home
I know I-I-I, I'm not alone
Can you call my name through the modern snow?
Because I don't wanna feel alone
I don't wanna feel alone
Because I don't wanna feel alone
'Cause I don't wanna feel alone

Prepare for the landing and prepare to be vaguely accused
By the sad and underslept in their royal blues
Petting the window 'cause I wanna know what it'd feel like
If I got to go outside

And at the bag claim with eyes peeled for tatters of tags
Flying half-mast like the flag
And through the families we wade in a quest for a cab
Nobody wishes for the things that they already have
We relive every misstep that we've made in our lives
And hoard our scary secrets till they wake us at night
And we think we can't escape from it but maybe we might
If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right

You know you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
'Cause you're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like me
You're the only person that I wanted to like, like me, yeah

Ohio Turnpike
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ohio Turnpike
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I miss coming home to you
(I've been driving day and night
Counting mile marker lines on my way to you)
I miss coming home to you
(I've been turning like a pike
And I'm searching for the light on my way to you)
I miss coming home to you
(I've been driving day and night
Counting mile marker lines on my way to you)
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home