Punchline (4:59)
Performers:
acoustic guitar - Todd Martin bass guitar - Keith Karlson drums - Brian Factor electric guitar, banjo, and tambourine - Dave Chalfant vocals - Stephen Kellogg and Todd Martin
Lyrics:
Around the time of everything Predicting future and talking slow Every move of yours was magic. Even dark ones had a glow.
Philly's on the record Because Brooklyn's off the edge. It could be Sunday before I see you And it's March before its dead.
I've been waiting in the sunshine Hanging on the phone line Just waiting for the punch line to come.
Get your rifle up and get ready. Mark those battle lines in chalk. Watch the shadows and be steady. It could be soon before she's gone.
I've been waiting in the sunshine Hanging on the phone line Just waiting for the punch line to come.
Sad and sad the race is won. I'd bet my hands it's not enough. This excuse of yours is tragic. I guess you're right just to be tough.
I've been waiting in the sunshine Hanging on the phone line Just waiting for the punch line to come.
Good enough to hold me back. Good enough to keep it down. Unassumed and ready now.
Ring me baby. I'm here to answer this. I've held back so much. Just give it one more laugh now.
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