Lyrics Wired Wrong - Banner Pilot

Wired Wrong

From hazy days to something real
Too far in to walk away, though I think I know the deal
I watched her face turn white to red, and then it hit me, she said «I've seen enough
I know you’re a dying breed»
Go to meet Samantha
Picture what I’ve missed the most
Her, Garfield Ave, and all the record stores
The shady dives we’d haunt as ghosts
I draw my coat closed and bound up the stairs 'cause I’m back from the war
Feel the fear setting in, can’t relate anymore
Then I’m met with a note stuck with gum to the door
You’re not alone, welcome home
We dropped into the sofa, the ugly scenes are gone
You can’t stay mad that long, some brains are just wired wrong
We talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined
You’re bored, I’m counting time, I got thirty days behind me
Catch a cab on Lyndale
Heading downtown past Block E
It’s all cleaned up, there’s no more Moby Dick’s
This place ain’t what it used to be
And yet I’m still me, in from the cold, reminded I’m unhip
When my fingers are thawed I’m still losing my grip
I keep standing and sitting and thumbing my chip
It’s heads no, and tails go
We dropped into the sofa, the ugly scenes are gone
You can’t stay mad that long, some brains are just wired wrong
We talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined
You’re bored, I’m counting time, I got thirty days behind me