A Broken Tenor - The Promise Ring

Red.

Blue

Where are you tonight

You say everything just right everything’s just right

I live on a dead end street where men and women meet

The countries really far from me

Where the seasons get universal

Yeah, the seasons get universal

Why are you still surprised by a quart of gin and a quarter scotch

A quiet airplane and a half-hour off the clock

Where are you?

Your hair knows

Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt

And your back was up in arms about it

But I’m not as good as the inner states are;

I can’t take you that far

To a polish town in German tongues

And in time with Irish rounds he thinks every Russian girl is you

Did he hear?

He didn’t hear here