The Room With The Sir John A. View
I heard you play guitar
You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire
I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are
You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar
Under the houselights
Me and you and the last bit of our pints
Well, I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights
The room with the Sir John A. view opens up to the night
Here I'm caught alive in this trap
I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold
Are you an escape out of this?
Take me back to the place that I miss
'Cause this is a waste of money, that's all this is
It's a low-lying ache, like homesickness
When you're desperate for something that you know exists
And I saw it in your grin
And I wish it had never been
'Cause I don't want to hear about something that could be but never is
And here I'm caught alive in this trap
I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold
Are you an escape out of this?
Take me back to the place that I miss
This is a waste of money
That's all this is
What does it mean not to say?
Could you be like it was just yesterday?
And I, well, I don't want it now cuz it's in the way
Well, I heard you play guitar
You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire
I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are
I'm in the room with the Sir John A. view
Just down the street from the bar
Here I'm caught alive in this trap
I'm still breathing, it's just a leg hold
Are you an escape out of this?
Take me back to the place that I miss
This is a waste of money
That's all this is
That's all this is