Coca Cola Red
He left a basket where you keep a spare key
Orchids and pictures from your first show in the city
And your hair reminded him of home
Pollen flying in Tennessee springs
Around the burnt brick frontier of your elementary school
How he loved to walk up there with you
Somebody's at your front door
Saw you at the improv show
Coca cola red took him to the coda
Ah, he was sorry to go
Always wanted to be an actor
You never felt like acting when
He told you darling
Stay close to ground
Said "hold this direction, stay safe in storm"
Was not a device to keep you bound to the floor
Why didn't you want more
Somebodys at your front door
Saw you at the improv show
Coca cola red took him to the coda
Ah, he was sorry to go
He's walking in circles now
Dog is gonna chase him out the yard
Coca Cola red took him to the ground
As he cried he deserved the blow
But there isn't any salt left in your tears
You say to yourself "I am a person of my years
Not of someone who wasn't here"
It's okay
So you made him waffles with an air fryer
And did your cardinal hair with a blow dryer
He wanted to tell you he was sorry to go
And all you wanted to say was "I know, I know"
Somebody's at your front door
Level with this stranger say hello
Coca Cola red took him to the coda
He smiled he enjoyed the show
Orchids and pictures from your first show in the city
And your hair reminded him of home
Pollen flying in Tennessee springs
Around the burnt brick frontier of your elementary school
How he loved to walk up there with you
Somebody's at your front door
Saw you at the improv show
Coca cola red took him to the coda
Ah, he was sorry to go
Always wanted to be an actor
You never felt like acting when
He told you darling
Stay close to ground
Said "hold this direction, stay safe in storm"
Was not a device to keep you bound to the floor
Why didn't you want more
Somebodys at your front door
Saw you at the improv show
Coca cola red took him to the coda
Ah, he was sorry to go
He's walking in circles now
Dog is gonna chase him out the yard
Coca Cola red took him to the ground
As he cried he deserved the blow
But there isn't any salt left in your tears
You say to yourself "I am a person of my years
Not of someone who wasn't here"
It's okay
So you made him waffles with an air fryer
And did your cardinal hair with a blow dryer
He wanted to tell you he was sorry to go
And all you wanted to say was "I know, I know"
Somebody's at your front door
Level with this stranger say hello
Coca Cola red took him to the coda
He smiled he enjoyed the show
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Haglund
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