Cold Wet Feet
Oh, wait up, where have you been?
I've been waiting on the couch since a quarter past ten.
Oh, tell me where did you go?
I've been calling your phone, it's a half past four.
So tonight, I'll go to bed alone.
I'll stare at the ceiling, I'll check my cell phone.
But there'll be no call from you or any other.
Instead I get text messages from my mother.
Oh, tell me when you ceased to believe.
Did it seep like water into socks on your cold wet feet?
Oh, and tell me now can your eyes really see,
just how you're losing me?
So this morning, I woke up alone.
I stared at the ceiling, I checked my cell phone.
But there was no call from you or any other.
Instead I sent a text message to my mother.
All my friends say "g, baby, don't you fear it.
Honey, find yourself a rebound lover, drink your weight in spirits."
But whiskey and men won't make you're smile fade.
It's not an even trade.
So today, I went down to the beach alone.
I threw my tears into the ocean, I couldn't check my cell phone.
Down on Dallas, Baby, I'm out of range.
To be without you feels so strange.
Maybe I should just throw myself into my music.
Spin this pain into gold, Honey, don't think I won't use it.
And every love song I sang to you from my heart
now has a darker counterpart.
So, now I'll go out on the road alone.
I'll sing my songs into the darkness,
I won't check my cell phone.
from Road Maps EP
released November 15, 2010
Written by: Genevieve Rainey
Recorded in Austin, TX, December 2009 by Grant Jackson Wilborn at The Bighouse.
Vox, a.guitar: Genevieve Rainey
Bass, reed organ and percussion: Elijah Ford
Drums, e.guitar, dobro and mandolin: Corby Schaub
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