Lyrics Old 97’s – Can’t Get A Line

Can’t get a line to telephone you
Why you holing your company?
I been moaning oh, lonesome me
You made a pigeon of my heart

And I’d go anywhere to know you
Take a long way coming back
Be your yellow bedroom cab
Making bread in your heaven

And you’re the reason I’m losing all my sleep
‘Cause I just can’t get what I want
I’m spinning out I’m pocket sized
I’m gonna catch that flyer
I’m gonna see it shine
Yeah you’re waking up my one desire
But I can’t get a line

Can’t get a to telephone you
And I ponder your hold on me
I been moaning oh, lonesome me
You made a pigeon of my heart

And I’d go anywhere to know you
Take the long way coming back
Be your yellow bedroom cab
Making bread in your heaven

And you’re the reason I’m losing all my sleep
‘Cause I just can’t get what I want
I’m spinning out I’m pocket sized
I’m gonna catch that flyer
I’m gonna see it shine
Yeah you’re waking up my one desire
But I can’t get a line