Ben Smith

Ben Smith

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Pop - Alternative | West Chester, Pennsylvania, United States
Total Song Plays: 181   
Member Since: 2004
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Lyrics

On a trip to New York City, I crossed my fingers
I thought that I might see you among statues there
But what I heard it made me laugh, they told me you moved back home
How?d the south do without you?
they must have been just so relieved to see you walking their streets again

I walked around behind Tompkins Square, one winter I kissed you there
You were thinking of someone else but the snow melted anyway
And you thought you?d never leave, you said here you could finally breathe
And you vowed you won?t go home
your mom and dad must be insane, you never wanted to see them again

But the South has its charms
Southern belles, they sound alarms
that must be the ringing in my ears
Like a sonar from a ship
the sound of a beckoning fingertip
could have sworn that you were calling for me
And if that?s your SOS, giving away your new address
you can bet that I am on my way
Cause you gave the South its charms
a Southern Belle, a five-alarm
that must be the ringing in my ears

Now I?m on a train to Charleston, I?m crossing my fingers
There?s something ringing along the waterfront , oh, I want to see you there
You said you grew up in a yellow house with a backyard
I used to dream I knew you then, maybe we were childhood friends
and you would ask me to come out and play
But you?re not on the waterfront, your parents say they don?t know you
and even though the ringing?s fading away, I think I might stay here

Chorus

Song Length
6:31
Genre
Rock - Alternative
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Poignant


Language
English

Lyric Credits Ben Smith
Music Credits Ben Smith