Leather Jacket

Hundreds of stories before I showed up

They'd tell them to me and pull photos up

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

Those 2am decisions are always shaking landings

No one ever knew what could be demanded

Maybe its the cards, the cards 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

I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work

Complained that the regular were all a bunch of jerks

She always looked tired but she dazzled as a drunk

She even pulled of that 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 I've been running for cover

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

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"