With Camel Filters and Folgers by The Brand New Shoes Lyrics
Did you hear about the way the rain fell down over Erie
It came in droves like a cavalcade on the coast and most of us stayed inside
Margot, can you hear me
Margot, are you hiding from me
I cast shadows on the ground
I’m feeling like a ceiling fan, just spinning around
And I learn how to be lonely
From the free caffeine in the lobby of every La Quinta
Oh if only
Life meant more than ceiling fans and lights
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night
The worst part of waking-up’s the tear stains on my coffee cup
Now I’m dreaming of Amеlia
Early morning ebb and flow
2AM comes and goes again
Evеry room at La Quinta’s quotidian and dreary
And there’s a radio on every bedstand that tells the time and I’m not asleep but I’m trying
I wish that you were near me
I hope you’re not still crying
On tiles of enamel — what I’d do to see you smile
Walked a mile, smoked a camel — what I wouldn’t do to see you
(Smile)
But I learn how to be lonely
From the never-empty alabaster ashtrays
Oh if only
Night meant more than killing time till dawn
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night long
The worst part of waking-up’s the ashes in my coffee cup
Now I’m dreaming of Amelia
3AM is back again
I’m back again
Look at where we are
(We’re not going anywhere)
We’ve come so far… from home
(And I’m not getting anywhere)
Spin in stillness through the air
We’re still not going anywhere
So let’s get on with the tour
What the hell are we waiting for?
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night long
Early morning: you stormed upstairs
A herald lost in hopeless prayer
Unprepared and kinda scared to be the bearer of bad news
But the best part of waking up was being woken up by you
It came in droves like a cavalcade on the coast and most of us stayed inside
Margot, can you hear me
Margot, are you hiding from me
I cast shadows on the ground
I’m feeling like a ceiling fan, just spinning around
And I learn how to be lonely
From the free caffeine in the lobby of every La Quinta
Oh if only
Life meant more than ceiling fans and lights
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night
The worst part of waking-up’s the tear stains on my coffee cup
Now I’m dreaming of Amеlia
Early morning ebb and flow
2AM comes and goes again
Evеry room at La Quinta’s quotidian and dreary
And there’s a radio on every bedstand that tells the time and I’m not asleep but I’m trying
I wish that you were near me
I hope you’re not still crying
On tiles of enamel — what I’d do to see you smile
Walked a mile, smoked a camel — what I wouldn’t do to see you
(Smile)
But I learn how to be lonely
From the never-empty alabaster ashtrays
Oh if only
Night meant more than killing time till dawn
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night long
The worst part of waking-up’s the ashes in my coffee cup
Now I’m dreaming of Amelia
3AM is back again
I’m back again
Look at where we are
(We’re not going anywhere)
We’ve come so far… from home
(And I’m not getting anywhere)
Spin in stillness through the air
We’re still not going anywhere
So let’s get on with the tour
What the hell are we waiting for?
Talking to myself over Camel Filters and Folgers all night long
Early morning: you stormed upstairs
A herald lost in hopeless prayer
Unprepared and kinda scared to be the bearer of bad news
But the best part of waking up was being woken up by you