Smoke-Stained Hoodie

Outside the glass, the cold air hits my face

Ten-minute break from the headset race

Across the street, you pour the usual gin

You name-drop Paris like we've actually been

And I'm wearing that old black hoodie today It still smells like

the smoke we blew away

Five minutes of truth before the phones start to ring

We are running out of time on the concrete curb

Underneath the static of a world undisturbed So sing it out loud,

let the engine spark We are burning up the daylight in the

dark! (yeah, yeah!)

You laugh and wipe the counter clean and dry While the yellow

streetlights paint the afternoon sky

No one ever leaves this corner of the town But in five

short minutes we can burn it down

Yeah, this heavy cotton fabric holds the spark

Just a five-minute truth on a smoky day

(ahhh) Before the break

fades away...