Craig Cardiff - Brandon From Ithaca Lyrics
The bus stopped in brandon, miles from ithacaAt a shop that paid it to pour all the people outTo drink all the coffee and read through the papersAbout the famous coming outThe couple two rows up to the left didn’t moveAs I passed they just lay sleeping inInto one another like the way birds clusterAll together when facing windShe was like a camera, he a b-filmBoth pretty faced, but hardFrom smoking too much and waiting too longAnd from all the things that life does to break your heartI told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you soI listened to them all the way westboundUnder gold blankets and blue fieldsWith the sally-ann jackets and pillows and backpacksShe turned into him like a shieldFrom the stories of santa claus drunk stuck in the chimneyAnd the deer they lost making him flyHow BB King rode the bus to the gig cause he was brokeAnd how sometimes it’s ok to cryI hear it rains here all the time, she saidFirst thing we’ll take a room to keep dryWe’ll find a bed and put us in itIt’ll feel like home in no timeWhat if there’s not much more of thisWell, I’d like to share it with youWith your hundred and my hundred dollarsI’m sure we’ll pull throughI told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.
