Birmingham
๐ต 1209 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:12 duration
๐ ID: 2788540
๐ Lyrics
Wish I was a painter, charcoal and buffalo
Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go
Return me to the station, a bus and empty bag
Fall asleep watching the twister
In some broken down motel in Birmingham
'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names
Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change
Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp
I wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed
In some broken down motel in Birmingham
Held her hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress
Her hair was combed and parted like a beautiful princess
I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk
You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant
Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds
Like I was born to be her man
We were more than commentary for a cheap headline grab
So when the wind blows in your window
'Cause the storm don't give a damn
Pray the window don't break across the wrist of your writing hand
On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs you stab
When you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse to grab
Remember me standing there holding out my hand
In a broken down motel in Birmingham
Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go
Return me to the station, a bus and empty bag
Fall asleep watching the twister
In some broken down motel in Birmingham
'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names
Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change
Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp
I wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed
In some broken down motel in Birmingham
Held her hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress
Her hair was combed and parted like a beautiful princess
I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk
You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant
Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds
Like I was born to be her man
We were more than commentary for a cheap headline grab
So when the wind blows in your window
'Cause the storm don't give a damn
Pray the window don't break across the wrist of your writing hand
On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs you stab
When you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse to grab
Remember me standing there holding out my hand
In a broken down motel in Birmingham
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.83] Wish I was a painter, charcoal and buffalo
[00:18.19] Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go
[00:24.35] Return me to the station, a bus and empty bag
[00:30.04] Fall asleep watching the twister
[00:33.37] In some broken down motel in Birmingham
[00:38.55]
[00:42.98] 'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names
[00:49.55] Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change
[00:55.46] Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp
[01:01.77] I wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed
[01:07.86] In some broken down motel in Birmingham
[01:12.75]
[01:23.46] Held her hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress
[01:29.82] Her hair was combed and parted like a beautiful princess
[01:36.10] I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk
[01:41.94] You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant
[01:48.46] Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds
[01:51.25] Like I was born to be her man
[01:54.39] We were more than commentary for a cheap headline grab
[02:00.74] So when the wind blows in your window
[02:03.72] 'Cause the storm don't give a damn
[02:06.74] Pray the window don't break across the wrist of your writing hand
[02:13.21] On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs you stab
[02:19.48] When you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse to grab
[02:25.28] Remember me standing there holding out my hand
[02:31.43] In a broken down motel in Birmingham
[02:40.23]
[00:18.19] Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go
[00:24.35] Return me to the station, a bus and empty bag
[00:30.04] Fall asleep watching the twister
[00:33.37] In some broken down motel in Birmingham
[00:38.55]
[00:42.98] 'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names
[00:49.55] Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change
[00:55.46] Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp
[01:01.77] I wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed
[01:07.86] In some broken down motel in Birmingham
[01:12.75]
[01:23.46] Held her hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress
[01:29.82] Her hair was combed and parted like a beautiful princess
[01:36.10] I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk
[01:41.94] You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant
[01:48.46] Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds
[01:51.25] Like I was born to be her man
[01:54.39] We were more than commentary for a cheap headline grab
[02:00.74] So when the wind blows in your window
[02:03.72] 'Cause the storm don't give a damn
[02:06.74] Pray the window don't break across the wrist of your writing hand
[02:13.21] On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs you stab
[02:19.48] When you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse to grab
[02:25.28] Remember me standing there holding out my hand
[02:31.43] In a broken down motel in Birmingham
[02:40.23]