I met a man with a lumber yard tan
and the sun was to his back but he was open like a bottle cap
and I told him I was twenty six and he looked at me
like a crucifix, like I was hangin’ from my arms
then the wind took me away and I wish I told him
I wish I’d stayed
that there was something ‘tween the lines
and I can’t help but look back, I got time to kill
an iron will, but baby I can’t back track
and each letter I write ends up an offering to the night
and as I turned away I could feel his eyes cover in lies
he told through his own teeth and when I told him I was twenty six
you know he looked at me like a crucifix
like I was bleeding out my charms and if there ain’t know he
well then I’ll race you there, I’ll race you there
my suitcase in hand
my suitcase in hand

Lyrics submitted by glendora

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