Lyrics to Brandon From Ithaca
The bus stopped in Brandon, miles from Ithaca
At the coffeeshop to pour the people out
To drink all the coffee read through the papers
About the famous coming out
The couple two rows up from the left didn't move
As I passed they just lay sleeping in
To one another the way birds cluster
Together when facing wind
Oh, and she was like a camera
And he a B film
Both pretty faced, but hard
From smoking too much
And waiting too long
And from all the things that life does to break your heart
I told you so - don't say I didn't tell you so
I listened to them all the way westbound
Wnder gold blankets and blue fields
With our sally ann jackets, pillows and backpacks
she turned into him like a shield
From the story of Santa Claus,
Drunk, stuck in the chimney
To the deer they lost making them fly
And how B.B. King rode the bus
To his gig because he was broke
And how sometimes its ok to cry
And I swear it rains there all the time, she says
First thing we'll find a room and keep dry
Oh, we'll find a bed and put us in it
And it will feel like home in no time
Oh, well, if there is not much more than this
Then i'd like to share it with you.
With your hundred dollars
And my hundred dollars
I'm sure, sure, sure that we'll pull through
I told you so,
Don't say I didn't tell you so
Well, i told you so, like i had to go
At the coffeeshop to pour the people out
To drink all the coffee read through the papers
About the famous coming out
The couple two rows up from the left didn't move
As I passed they just lay sleeping in
To one another the way birds cluster
Together when facing wind
Oh, and she was like a camera
And he a B film
Both pretty faced, but hard
From smoking too much
And waiting too long
And from all the things that life does to break your heart
I told you so - don't say I didn't tell you so
I listened to them all the way westbound
Wnder gold blankets and blue fields
With our sally ann jackets, pillows and backpacks
she turned into him like a shield
From the story of Santa Claus,
Drunk, stuck in the chimney
To the deer they lost making them fly
And how B.B. King rode the bus
To his gig because he was broke
And how sometimes its ok to cry
And I swear it rains there all the time, she says
First thing we'll find a room and keep dry
Oh, we'll find a bed and put us in it
And it will feel like home in no time
Oh, well, if there is not much more than this
Then i'd like to share it with you.
With your hundred dollars
And my hundred dollars
I'm sure, sure, sure that we'll pull through
I told you so,
Don't say I didn't tell you so
Well, i told you so, like i had to go
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