Song Description

Upbeat folk/americana song about a guy who can seem to stick around.

Lyrics

He wears tennis shoes at midnight
And when the moment's not right
He's tearing down the door
A master of self-extradition
And at first sign of friction
He's halfway 'cross the floor
So when he calls to her and asks her if she's tired
It doesn't matter her reply
She says no, he hears go

So it's off into the night with just the sound of footsteps falling on the sidewalk
To keep him company
It's the tragedy of a travelling heart beating out a rhythm he can leave to
So he says with certainty:
It must be so, oh-oh

His Friday nights are never lonely
And Saturday there's only
A hint of what's to come
But Sunday comes with complication
And there's no hesitation to chase the setting sun
So when he calls to her and asks her if she's tired
It doesn't matter her reply
She says no, he hears go

So it's off into the night with just the sound of footsteps falling on the sidewalk
To keep him company
It's the tragedy of a travelling heart beating out a rhythm he can leave to
So he says with certainty:
It must be so,
Lord I know
It must be so, Oh-oh

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Dàssolo	Country	1/1/2017