Letra de 'Ohio Porkpie' de Jeff Rosenstock

Ohio Turnpike
Another hour or two
Counting the dashed lines
Bringing me back to you

Another short night
And our summer is through
So pick a good song
To usher you through the gloom

When I see your face after the flight home
I know I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern snow
I know I'm not alone

I ditched the rental
Grabbed the receipts off the dash
Threw out the baggie
Of coffee grounds and ash

I’ll let you go now
That’s all I’ve got to report
Sorry I didn’t get
Better at being short

When I see your face after the flight home
I know I'm not alone
Can you call my name through the modern snow
Because I don’t want to feel alone
No I don’t want to feel alone

Prepare for the landing and
Prepare to be vaguely accused
By the sad and underslept
In their royal blues
Pettin’ the window, 'cause
I wanna know what it’d feel like
If I got to go outside

And at the bag claim
With eyes peeled for tatters of tags
Flying half-mast
Like the flag

And through the families
We wade in a quest for a cab
Nobody wishes for the things
That they already have
We relive every misstep that we’ve made in our lives
And hoard our scary secrets till they wake us at night
And we think we can’t escape from it
But maybe we might
If we try to just acknowledge we can do anything right

You know
You’re the only person that I wanted to like me
You’re the only person that I wanted to like me
All these other motherfucking dipshits can bite me
You’re the only person that I wanted to like me

I miss coming home to you
I've been driving day and night, counting mile marker lines on my way to you
I miss coming home to you
I've been turning like a pike and I'm searching for the light on my way to you
I miss coming home to you
I've been driving day and night, counting mile marker lines on my way to you
I hate coming home
I hate leaving home