Текст The Paper Kites – Midtown Waitress

Oh momma I don’t want to sit and listen to
What you’re talking about
We’re both young and we’re going move to the city
Yeah we found a little place up there

So I got a job as a waitress
It’s not much but we’re getting by
Three months in we’re happy and we’re living
Like I told you we could be
Every time I call you yeah you’re crying
And I don’t want to do you wrong
But I’m not coming home
Let me be my own

Oh the things we do
To make it on our own

People say this town is fast and if you don’t hold on
It blows you back to where you came from
God is money, loves a game
And everyone is angry at the president
Protests on the streets, people shouting
And I’ll say that I’m angry too
But not enough to go
I’m trying to be my own

Hey ma, it’s been a while, yeah I’m just checking in
Seeing how you’ve been
Nothing’s wrong I’m doing fine, no that’s a lie
I’m not doing so well

Oh the things we do
To make it on our own