Paroles de Drops from the faucet

Nanci Griffith

pochette album Drops from the faucet
Voir sur Itunes

Date de parution : 23/06/2008

Durée : 0:04:07

Style : Country

sonnerie téléphone portable pour Drops from the faucet

Drops in the faucet like a nervous heart
Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde
I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen
Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again?

I call up the grand central, information please
Is that nickel line on time, oh fine
And it's a hair-do with a wave
We've both forgot and forgave last time

A peddler of pots and pans down on union square
Said city hall wants us off the street
There's no christmas in the air
Some high-brows were waiting
Carnation bright lapels

Their big cars line the curbs outside those grand hotels
I passed a marquee, third avenue
Ramona with loretta young and i swung myself around
And headed uptown to the train

So this is new year's eve another year has passed
We wait so patiently, still they come and go so fast
I stand on this platform wait for that basket of light
And the sound of the whistle screamin' out
Like a hot trumpet in the night

And as i'm waitin' i wonder why and where
And what went wrong
But this song don't tell no lies
It was just a quick good-bye

Les autres musiques de Nanci Griffith