Gaston ave

Call you up upon the telephone, noone answer
Call again, it rings, i call again
I think of stopping by or stopping in
But never leave home

Tripping back and forth between the bar and home
And looking back and forth at what i done
Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings

Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again
Climbing up the slang on stalls of friends
Somethin' 'bout good times tonight and baby jesus

Your letters are the ladder i climb rung by rung
To claw my way up to the gates of heaven
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone
Gives me the map that i'll follow back home, back home

Follow back home, back home
Follow back home, back home

Send me home, take me home, i gotta get, i gotta go
Cut me up, cut me off, kick me out
I'm busy man, i got a schedule to keep

Where's my data, where's my gun and where's my hat
I'm madder than a... where's my phone and where's the fax
Can't look past you're hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree

Tell me one more time and tell me once more, promise that i'll listen
But i can't be promis-isn' i'll be baking cakes
Or building you no castles by the sea

Good little lady, you driving me crazy
Why don't you swing my way and find your seat
Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy
There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak

That rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep

(there must be something terribly wrong with me)
(sometimes i feel like i haven't learned anything)

Good little lady, you driving me crazy
Why don't you swing my way and find your seat
Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy
There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak

That rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep