Astronautalis - Gaston Ave

Call you up upon the telephone, noone answer Call again, it rings, I call again I think of stopping by or stopping in But never leave home Tripping back and forth between the bar and home And looking back and forth at what I done Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again Climbing up the slang on stalls of friends Somethin' 'bout good times tonight and baby Jesus Your letters are the ladder I climb rung by rung To claw my way up to the gates of Heaven The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone Gives me the map that I'll follow back home, back home Follow back home, back home Follow back home, back home Send me home, take me home, I gotta get, I gotta go Cut me up, cut me off, kick me out I'm busy man, I got a schedule to keep Where's my data, where's my gun and where's my hat I'm madder than a... where's my phone and where's the fax Can't look past you're hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree Tell me one more time and tell me once more, promise that I'll listen But I can't be promis-isn' I'll be baking cakes Or building you no castles by the sea Good little lady, you driving me crazy Why don't you swing my way and find your seat Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak That rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep [(There must be something terribly wrong with me)(Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything)] Good little lady, you driving me crazy Why don't you swing my way and find your seat Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak That rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep Rocks me to sleep