Lyrics Andy Shauf – Thirteen Hours
Text:
Is it my fault that you never got home?
If we’d taken the train, I guess you would’ve got home.
I was so tired of lugging those bags around.
We hopped in a cab, you were so excited
To stretch out in bed, it was such a long flight.
Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep.
Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep.
Judy and me crossing the street,
She said, «What did you leave for the cabbie?»
«That’s such a bad tip.» She walked back to give him some more.
I heard tires come screaming around the corner,
Some drunk asshole saying he was so sorry.
One broken hand, two bruised ribs, and one hospital gown.
«If you weren’t such a cheap bastard I’d be at home.»
«Oh, I’m not made of money, you should have left it alone.»
As soon as I say it, she looks at me so surprised:
«Of course it’s your fault that I never got home.»
