Leather Jacket

Intro verse 1 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 affected That everyone is fucked But there was a softness Some kind of understanding Those 2am 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 verse 2 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 But 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 Just a 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 And now you're back and just unpacking Those bruised up takers you keep attracting Bridge In September When it goes off Like some god damn Alarm clock And he 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" Ooh, Ooh, Ooh-Ooh-Ooh x2 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 Outro You call me up from a pay phone You call me up from a pay phone (x2) And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"