Leather Jacket

Hey A hundreds of stories before I showed up If they'd tell them to me, and pull photos up And they're all connected like a pair of handcuffs No one seemed effected that everyone had fucked But there was a softness, some kind of understanding (understating) Those 2 AM decisions, always shakey landings And no one ever knew what could be demanded (be demanded) Maybe it's the cards, the card that she was handed You called me up from a pay phone I said hang tight, I can drive you home I pulled on up and with a southern accent I offered you my dad's leather jacket, yeah I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk She even pulled off her stupid haircut She said, I don't need a sponsor or the best lover Some man that sees me as some fixer-upper The last few years meant I've been running for cover (running) Trying to sleep so I can visit my mother You called me up from a pay phone I said hang tight, I can drive you home I pulled on up and with a southern accent I offered you my dad's leather jacket When times were tough in the worst years We never knew how to interfere And now you're back and just unpacking Those bruised up takers you keep attracting In September when it goes off, like some goddamn alarm clock And it hits her like a third shot, conversations, she just stares off There's no longer a voice calling, when she goes out, saying "I'll be up waiting for you" You called me up from a pay phone I said hang tight, I can drive you home I pulled on up and with a southern accent I offered you my dad's leather jacket When times were tough in the worst years We never knew how to interfere And now you're back and just unpacking Those bruised up takers you keep attracting You called me up from a pay phone Ooh You called me up from a pay phone Ooh You called me up from a pay phone Ooh You called me up from a pay phone And I said, who the fuck uses a payphone?