why ain't you got the sense to call me, call me?
i been waiting for you
at the drugstore, sunday, making a call
on the payphone, leaning up against the wall
when you walked in, shot me a look and i caught it
picked up a couple of comic books and bought them
turned around and said, 'hey you got a nice bike'
'you want to ride it on over to my house tonight?'
all i know is that you're killing this, killing this man
i been waiting, i been checking the clock
everybody said that this don't make sense
but you make the fire, i pitch the tent
your eyes bright and your cheeks get red
get red
get red
get red
get red
why ain't you got the sense to call me, call me?
i been waiting for you
at the drugstore, sunday, making a call
on the payphone, leaning up against the wall
when you walked in, shot me a look and i caught it
picked up a couple of comic books and bought them
turned around and said, 'hey that's a nice bike'
'you want to ride it on over to my house tonight?'
credits
from Driftwood Alley,
released May 13, 2019
dylan halberg: vocals, guitar, organ bass
dave flores: piano, hammond B3
myles boisen: guitar, bass, pedal steel guitar
sheldon brown: clairnet
music & lyrics by dylan halberg
engineering: myles boisen
produced by dylan halberg & myles boisen
