[Intro]
Hey!

[Verse 1]
Hundreds of stories, before I showed up
And they tell them to me
And pull photos up
And they're all connected
Like a pair of handcuffs
No one seemed affected
That everyone is fucked
But there was a softness
Some kind of understanding
Those 2am decisions
Always shaky landings
And no one ever knew
What could be demanded
Maybe it's the cards
The cards that she was handed

[Chorus]
You called me up from a pay phone
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket
[Verse 2]
I met her at a party
She'd come straight from work
Complained that the regulars
Were all a bunch of jerks
She always looked tired
But she dazzled as a drunk
She even pulled off
That stupid hair cut
She said, "I don't need a sponsor
Or the best lover
Some man that sees me
As some fixer-upper
The last few years
I've been running for cover
Trying to sleep
So I can visit my mother"

[Chorus]
You called me up from a pay phone
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

[Bridge]
When times were tough in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back
And just unpacking
Those bruised-up takers
You keep attracting
[Verse 3]
In September
When it goes off
Like some god damn
Alarm clock
And it hits her
Like a third shot
Conversations she just stares off
There's no longer a voice calling
When she goes out
Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you"

[Chorus]
You called me up from a pay phone
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

[Bridge]
When times were tough in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back
And just unpacking
Those bruised-up takers
You keep attracting
[Outro]
You call me up from a pay phone
You call me up from a pay phone
You call me up from a pay phone
You call me up from a pay phone
And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"