From the recording Roadside Attractions
Lyrics
She’s like a shot of whiskey in a troubled man’s hands
She numbs the pain, but the pain demands
Another shot of something so he keeps coming back
His hands they tremble as he brings her to his lips
She shuts her eyes as she grinds her hips
And a lone train whistle blows way down the line
Mosquito buzzin’ around the bed
The smell of sex and a cigarette
She tries to hide the tears upon her face
He’s lying there just pretends to sleep
Hoping she’ll leave before he has to speak
And a lone train whistle blows way down the line
She wants to jump that train leave this life behind
He wants to jump that train leave this life behind
But they just lie right there listenin’ to that whistle whine.
He pours a cup of coffee with a long dark stare
She’s counting up the wasted nights of this affair
She makes a promise to herself that she won’t keep
He’s a little bit sorry but not enough
To give her just a little what she’s in need of
And a lone train whistle blows way down the line
She wants to jump that train leave this life behind
He wants to jump that train leave this life behind
But they’ll be back next week listenin’ to that whistle whine
Yeah they’ll be back next week listenin’ to that whistle whine
This is the debut album from Chris LaVancher!
credits
released May 29, 2012
Produced, engineered and mastered by Tom Eaton @ Universal Noise Storage, Newburyport, MA
All Songs written by Chris LaVancher 2012 BMI
Featuring Jake Armerding, John Curtis, Paul Kochanski, Tom Eaton & Esther Friedman
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