Letra de Paid Time Off

I called you, but I'd run out of words So I stared at the plastic, collidin' with dirt At the fast food sign out 'n' left I prepared for the warfare with the voice in my head And I thought it was strange, how the letters were placed How the Hiring sign seemed to laugh in my face And, if you were here, you'd make a joke of it I'm alone, gettin' lost in the scope of it Then I see you drive in And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car and you're a closed garage Someone once told us there's a world out there, but we don't care enough to drive that far It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall People grow up and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off Such simple lines they drew to make this place In the interest of time, we've got a whole lot to waste And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car and you're a closed garage Someone once said there's a world out there, but we don't care enough to drive that far It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall People grow and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all You don't care, and I don't mind at all Hm-hm Hm-hm Hm-mm Hm-mm Hm-mm Hm-mm I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off