Jon Geihsler - mama's front porch

I know it's late
Please don't hang up this is my last dime
Baby, I would feel a bit better
If we talked now that you're on the line
Maybe I should get a little sleep
And rest these tired and weary eyes
But tonight I'm as lonely as a water tower
In these crowded Brooklyn skies

So I won't wake up
'Cause I ain't gone to bed
I'm just trying to drown demons
And cheap beers instead
Though I know my sins
I've forgotten yours
I'll pick you up at six
On your mama's front porch

Now I got you on the phone
I don't have a damn thing to say
So let's just laugh and talk
About nothing for three hours anyway
We promised to keep our inhibitions
Tight on the East River side
Oh, but Darling they washed away
In the Hudson River tide

No, I won't wake up
'Cause I ain't gone to bed
I'm just trying to crown Queens
Before my best lines are said
Though I know my sins
I've forgotten yours
I'll pick you up at six
On your mama's front porch

Now the bachata is spilling into the street
Filling all the cracks in concrete
These telephone lines are stretched
Tight and stretched thin
And I'm tired of this high wire act we're in
So I'll take the Northway
And wind myself to you and say
"Hey, let's see this through"

And we won't wake up
'Cause we ain't gone to bed
We're just trying to right wrongs
And use all them words that we read
Though I know my sins
I've forgotten yours
I'll pick you up at six
On your mama's front porch

Written by:
Jon Geihsler

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