Birmingham (2025)

[Verse 1]

I wish I was a painter, charcoal and buffalo

Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go

So return me to the station, a box and empty bag

Fall asleep watching the twister

In some broken down hotel in Birmingham

[Verse 2]

'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names

Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change

Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp

Wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed

In some broken down hotel in Birmingham

[Verse 3]

I held hеr hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress

Her hair was combеd and parted like a beautiful princess

I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk

You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant

Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds

Like I was born to be her man

We were more than commentary or some cheap headline grab

So when the wind blows through your window

'Cause the storm don't give a damn

Pray the window doesn't break across the wrist of your writing hand

On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs that you stab

While you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse left to grab

Remember me standing there holding out my hand

In a broken down hotel in Birmingham

In a broken down hotel in Birmingham