Sister City - Stolen Red Wine

Ran out of money and we're living on the beach
Drinking stolen red wine every night until we fall asleep
Maybe moving from Missouri wasn't such a great idea
She said, "Hold my hand, look in my eyes, hear my words... baby, don't be scared."

Fifteen hundred miles have passed beneath our feet
We've consumed our last few slices of sandwich meat
Shared with kind new friends made on the streets
Our last possession a shopping bag concealing six bottles fermented with yeast
Yet she still fails to find a reason to head back east
Not that we have the means

Saw a man jogging in the morning on the public sand
Starting his day like my dad would; with headphones and an armband
Maybe moving from Missouri wasn't such a great idea
She said, "Calm down, you know you don't mean it
Calm down, you know you don't mean it."
Maybe moving from Missouri wasn't such a great idea
She said, "Nonsense honey oh you know it never gets cold here... don't be scared."

Fifteen hundred miles have passed beneath our feet
We've consumed our last few slices of sandwich meat
Shared with kind new friends met on the streets
Our last possession a shopping bag concealing six bottles fermented with yeast
Yet still she fails to find a reason to head back east
Not that we have the means

Hey, Dad. I found a café that let me in despite my dirty face
I explained my situation; I need to get on a plane
That's right; I'm going to ask if you will pay for my ticket back
You know I'm good for the loan

Written by:
Andrew Karr

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find