Jens Lekman - Postcard #47 lyrics

December 15th, 2015 We pa**ed through Ohio Or as you would say it: Oh, hi! Oh I think it's quite pretty But you grew up here so you should know The claustrophobic small towns Where words cuts like knives It's not funny the first three times But then it's really not funny every time after that So we're on the I-80 And you tell me about last night's party How your mouth became a creature A living being with its own will You were hungry for some romance You said, "Hey, you wanna dance?" Pulling your arm and pulling you out But you pulled him back by the back pocket of his pants Oh yeah, the back pocket of his pants You said, "Hey, ain't it good to be alive?" "Hey, ain't it good to be around?" At a gas station cafe And we talk s** like only platonic friends do I ask if you're gonna call him And you say you're done with that hullabaloo You're like the guy in the L.A. riots Who was pulled out of his truck Maybe one day you'll drive a truck again But if you ever do, you're never gonna stop Oh no no, you're never gonna stop But hey, it's good to be around Hey, feels pretty nice to be alive It's just gone wrong too many times And it's something you don't get better at It's not funny the first three times But then it's really not funny every time after that We ask the waitress if there's orange juice She says, "Well, orange you gonna be glad?" It's not funny the first three times But then it's really not funny every time after that Oh no no, every time after that