Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pittsburgh, artist - Mason Jennings. Album song Live At First Ave., in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Record label: Mason Jennings
Song language: English
Pittsburgh |
My mom’d give me twenty and say stay out till dawn |
When her boyfriend was over and they wanted me gone |
I would walk through the woods to the old graveyard |
And roll my own tops and think two kind of a thoughts |
Are we high enough to clear these trees? |
I don’t know |
That was the summer dave’s girlfriend OD’ed |
She died in the bathroom at a party down the street |
I went to see him the next night, he had a new tattoo |
He was watching home movies of her |
His face was wet, he looked so confused |
They had a funeral for her |
The preacher said she was with the Lord |
There were lots of pictures of her |
Taped to a poster board |
Are we high enough to clear these trees? |
I don’t know |
Are we high enough to clear this place? |
I don’t know |
Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light |
High school halls and shopping malls never fit me right |
But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand |
When I’d hear that sound and put the pedal down |
I wound up that fall in a hospital |
On the suicide wing with a lot of people thinkin' one thing |
They had a sign on the wall that said no touching at all |
There were screams in the dark, nurses running down the hall |
On the night that I got there they showered me and searched me hard |
Then they took me to my little room overlooking a graveyard |
When I opened my eyes I was strapped to the bed |
There was a needle in my arm, part of me was gone |
Then they took us outside in our slippers and gowns |
To play basketball on the blacktop, the ball just bounced till it stopped |
Are we high enough to clear these trees? |
I don’t know |
Are we high enough to clear this place? |
I don’t know |
Grocery stores in the middle of the night shine their own kinda light |
High school halls and shopping malls never did me right |
But my heart would swing free like a lasso from my hand |
When I’d hear that sound and put the pedal down |
When the leaves were wet behind the old duplex |
We used to run at night naked through the trees |
And you would lean back against me and I would try to stay soft |
We’d listen to the engines as the planes took off |