Firecracker
Charlie finkThat a job that you hate
Belongs in a special part of hell
It was a feeling I knew
More than I wanted to
Working in a manchester business hotel
Rushing you plate to room 108
On new year's eve 2005
I gave two short knocks
And you opened up
Not so standard business-hotel type
But sometimes your future is waiting for you
Behind a hotel room door
I had spent 20 years not living my life
And that wasn't my life anymore
I saw your guitar case
Asked if you play
You said
No, it's where I keep my machine gun
I used to tour with a banjo
But ever since I switched
Nobody ever asks for a refund
You stand for the tree, lean in to see
Hey, where you goin'
Do you smoke?
I couldn't believe
This was happening to me
When you pulled out a joint from your coat
But sometimes your future is offered to you
Rolled up in a cigarette
I had spent 20 years not living my life
Right till that moment we met
And it was like a firecracker
Watched from a prison yard
Sitting in that hotel bedroom
Listening to you play guitar
Oh it was like a firecracker
Oh it was like a firecracker