Grant-Lee Phillips - Cruel Trick

Shop windows are closed, like Sunday
And people are scarce
The powerlines heavy with ivy
Sidewalks are quiet, there's no light
A marquee is bare at the movies
There's nothing to see
I missed the dumb place, mostly
The feeling you get when there's somewhere
When there's somewhere to be
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
It took a holy mess
To keep us apart
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
Oh

We took a long drive through the country
Together so near
We photographed silos and halos
All of the sign posts of nowhere
But it's so hard to hear
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
If there's a cure, oh, yeah
Stick out my arm
But it's a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
Oh
My guitar just sits in the case
Anymore
Funny time is so easily wasted
Funny, I know, I've got this before

Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
It took a holy mess
To keep us apart
If there's a cure, oh, yeah
Stick out my arm
Oh

Written by:
Grant-Lee Phillips

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