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Calling Station
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Calling Station was released on October 25, 2011 by Fat Wreck Chords as a part of the album Heart Beats Pacific
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Release DateOctober 25, 2011
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM194

Credits

Lyrics

She rubbed her eyes
And faked a smile for me and said
“it’s like I never go to sleep
I just lay in bed"
No dreams, it keeps me up
In an airport bar at midnight
Waiting for our plane to come
Wait until we see this moonlight turn into the morning sun
All wet as we hit the ground
And we find ourselves on Glendale
Hard rain is pouring down
But if we’re fast, we’ll catch the light rail
Gaining speed and with every turn
We hold our breath and we never learn
Our left from right and our right from wrong
And I wonder if they’ll notice that we’re gone
As we ride on, out past the county line
We got this whole night, no stoplights
To slow us down, we can leave it all behind
And though old days might never slip away
And lines on my face might not fade
I won’t look back as we make this getaway
Train light, it keeps me up
I keep on staring out this window
The rain storm is drying out
And showing cracks across the pavement here under setting sun
We gaze out with a clearer view
And we look for signs in nothing
Clouds show a silver moon
Now I know that that means something
Gaining speed and with every turn
We hold our breath and we never learn
Our left from right and our right from wrong
And I wonder if they’ll notice that we’re gone
As we ride on, out past the county line
We got this whole night, no stoplights
To slow us down, we can leave it all behind
And though old days might never slip away
And lines on my face might not fade
I won’t look back as we make this getaway
We don’t owe you a goddamn thing
What you got's all you’re getting, no more from me
I’m done watching the clock inside
Tick away every second ‘til I bleed dry
We’ll get by
We don’t owe a goddamn thing
What you got's all you're getting, no more from me
We’re miles away from all that now
From the early graves, the poison ground
We fly out past Division Street
And I see that you finally fell asleep
Think we just hit our stop
Written by: JOHNSON NICHOLAS MARSHALL
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