She’d drive slowly through the West Village
Checkin’ alleys and corners in dim light
He’d said he’d be home for stories
But tonight, was like every other night
She’d tuck us kids into the backseat
Of her salt-eaten, beat up bug
We’d fall asleep to its sputter
In blankets tighter than a hug
Heroine mother, cocaine father
Why’d they go from one to two?
Heroine mother, cocaine father
It was the best they could do
Sometimes we’d see him in a doorway
Passed out from a night in the groove
She’d keep on driving, because she’d found him
And that was all she needed to prove
I’d fake sleep, head against the cold window
Looking hard with my hidden eye
The city always tells the truth
When it’s caught up in a lie
credits
from Pretty Lows,
track released October 1, 2020
Rebecca Joerres: Vocals, Guitar
Stell Newsome: Lead Guitar, Vocals
Kirsten Ballweg: Bass
Joe Paul Slaby: Drums
Aimee Zoe: Hand Percussion, Vocals
Dan Walker: Accordion
Song by Rebecca Joerres, BMI
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Johnny Sangster
Mastered by Rachel Field
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