Paroles de Curbside
He was tired, and he was not preparedShe called, and he went to her
Her hair smelled like cigarettes and soap
And her face was pale under bright orange fluorescents
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He swore he’d go and find the man, but he was afraid
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He should be able to help her, but he never could
He put his arm around her in attempt to soothe her
She felt relief from the hand and told him everything
Alcohol and a misplaced sense of trust told the story
And that was all he’d needed to hear
He was not prepared
He was not prepared
He was not prepared
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He swore he’d go and find the man, but he was afraid
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He should be able to help her, but he never could
No, he never could
He swore he’d go and find the man, but he was afraid
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He should be able to help her, but he never could
He put his arm around her in attempt to soothe her
She felt relief from the hand and told him everything
Alcohol and a misplaced sense of trust told the story
And that was all he’d needed to hear
He was not prepared
He was not prepared
He was not prepared
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He swore he’d go and find the man, but he was afraid
Four-thirty in the morning and she cried
And he felt the anger rise
He should be able to help her, but he never could
No, he never could
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