Hey
I heard you just got back today
From a work trip in LA
Nothing new around here
And I’ll just say
If you come around my way
Two minutes off the highway
I’ll let you bend my ear
Some bags you need to lay down just outside the door
You’ve been carrying them for so long but you don’t need them anymore
Time to call the tailor for a better fit
But first things first, you’ve gotta to get over it
Call me insane
I packed a bag and I took the train
Down the coast in the freezing rain
The ticket was one way
Maybe it was in vain
Something I needed to re-explain
Nothing ventured nothing to gain
I’ll try again someday
And some bags I need to lay down just outside the door
I’ve carried them for so long but I don’t need them anymore
Time to call the tailor for a better fit
But first things first, I’ve gotta get over it
It’s too to easy to save it for another time
Nothing really matters till it’s all on the line
And some might call it a pity
She’s all alone in the city
She does herself up pretty
The night it comes in stages
She’s getting over a breakup
She’s on her bed in her makeup
Doodles and poems that take up
An empty journal’s pages
And some bags she needs to lay down just outside the door
She’s been carrying them for so long, she don’t need them anymore
Time to call the tailor for a better fit
But first things first, she’s gotta get over it
Some bags we need to lay down just outside the door
We’ve been carrying them for so long we don’t need them anymore
Time to call the tailor for a better fit
But first things first
We’ve gotta get over it
Gotta get over it
Hey
I heard you just got back today
From a work trip in LA
Nothing new around here
