The Room With The Sir John A. View

The Room with the Sir John A. View - Weeping Tile

I heard you play guitar

You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire

I don't know if we'll meet

I don't know who you are

You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar

Under the houselights

Me and you and the last bit of our pints

Well

I could carry a case or two up a couple of flights

The room with the Sir John A view

Opens up to the night

Here I'm caught alive in this trap

I'm still breathing it's just a leg hold

Are you an escape out of this

Take me back to the place that I miss

'Cause this is a waste of money

That's all this is

It's a low-lying ache like homesickness

When you're desperate for something

That you know exists

And I saw it in your grin

And I wish it had never been

'Cause I don't want to hear about something

That could be but never is

Here I'm caught alive in this trap

I'm still breathing it's just a leg hold

Are you an escape out of this

Take me back to the place that I miss

This is a waste of money

That's all this is

What does it mean not to say

Could you be like it was just yesterday

And I

I don't want it now 'couse it's in the way

Well I heard you play guitar

You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire

I don't know if we'll meet

I don't know who you are

I'm in the room with the Sir John A view

Just down the street from the bar

Here I'm caught alive in this trap

I'm still breathing it's just a leg hold

You an escape out of this

Take me back to the place that I miss

This is a waste of money

That's all this is

That's all this is