Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gaston Ave, artist - Astronautalis. Date of issue: 05.04.2004
Song language: English
Gaston Ave |
| Call you up on the telephone, no-one answer |
| Call again, it rings, I call again |
| I think of stopping by or stopping in |
| But never leave home |
| Tripping back and forth between the bar and home |
| Looking back and forth at what I done |
| Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings |
| Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again |
| Climbing up the slang on stalls again |
| Somethin' 'bout the better times tonight and baby Jesus |
| Your letters are the ladder I climb rung by rung |
| To claw my way up to the gates of heaven |
| The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone |
| Gives me the map that I’ll follow back home |
| Back home, follow back home, back home |
| Follow back home, back home |
| Send me home, take me home |
| I gotta get, I gotta go |
| Cut me up, cut me off, kick me |
| I’m a busy man, I got a schedule to keep |
| Where’s my data, where’s my gun, where’s my hat |
| I’m madder than a… where’s my phone, where’s my fax |
| Can’t look past you’re hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree |
| Tell me one more time, tell me once more, promise that I’ll listen |
| But I can’t be promis-isn' I’ll be baking cakes |
| Or building you no castles by the sea |
| Good little lady you driving me crazy |
| Why don’t you swing my way and find your seat |
| Your lipstick is lazy, your eyes are all hazy |
| But there’s somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak |
| That rocks me to sleep |
| There must be something terribly wrong with me |
| Sometimes I feel like I haven’t learned anything |
| Good little lady you driving me crazy |
| Why don’t you swing my way and find your seat |
| Your lipstick is lazy, your eyes are all hazy |
| But there’s somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak |
| That rocks me to sleep |