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Hey

Hundreds of stories before I showed up

And they tell them to me and pull photos up

And they're all connected like a pair of handcuffs

No one seemed affected that everyone is fucked

But there was a softness

Some kind of understanding

Those two A.M. decisions

Always shaky landings

And no one ever knew what could be demanded

Maybe it's the cards

The cards 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 that stupid hair cut

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 that I've been running for cover

I'm 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 call me up from a pay phone

You call me up from a pay phone

You call me up from a pay phone

You call me up from a pay phone

And I say

Who the fuck uses a pay phone