Story Behind The Song
I'm always running into trouble with ladies :)
Song Description
a story about a boy who's trying win over a girl who's losing interest, with plenty of metaphor about the difficulties they encounter in their relationship
Song Length |
3:44 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Folk - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Distressed, Moving |
Subject |
Heartbreak, Dysfunctional Relations |
Similar Artists |
Counting Crows, Bruce Springsteen |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Battery Street Tunnel
-will wakefield 2001
and he loves her so much that he sprayed her name
in the north end of the battery street tunnel
and now he's got plumber blues 'cause his whole way of life
has found itself down on the wrong side of a funnel
The shipwrecked sailor with some dignity, pours out his heart on the telephone
She told herself this is the last time that she'll park for free in this unloading zone
she said now maybe baby you misunderstood, I'm not putting up much of a fight
You can take me now, and save up all those fireworks for the next fourth of July
Chorus
I don?t have time to talk, no desire to give a rebuttal
It?s a cold night and the traffic?s always backed up
on the way through the Battery Street Tunnel
And First avenue never looked so good, he's catching all the lights in sight
Maybe she?ll be wearing that blue dress, the one she bought for evenings like tonight
Buzz the apartment, why didn?t you phone, I love you so much, why don?t you leave me alone
She said try straining roses through a storm drain, and you?ll know what I feel when I?m with you
Chorus
Please stop coming around, I don?t want any trouble
It?s a cold night and the traffic?s always jammed up
going down through the Battery Street Tunnel
Bridge:
and he loves her so much that he sprayed her name
in the south end of the battery street funnel
and now he's got mothball blues 'cause his whole way of life
was found playing dodge ball with the lights at the end of the tunnel
The shipwrecked sailor with some dignity, pours his flask out on the stones
He told himself this is the last time that he'll crash is car off into the unknown
and now maybe he misunderstood, he would never put up much of a fight
but he strolled on out of the tunnel early one morning on the third of July
Chorus
Sometimes we hit our horns, and sometimes we try to pass,
and we?d all like to find an exit, but every one here gets nowhere fast
every one here gets nowhere fast?