COLOR IN YOUR CHEEKS
She came in on the red-eye
From Dallas-Fort Worth
All the way from sunny Taipei
Skin the color of a walnut shell
And a baseball cap holding down her dark hair
And she came here after midnight
The hot weather made her feel right at home
So come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
He drove in from Mexicalli
No worse for wear
Money to burn
Time to kill
But five minutes, looking in his eyes
And we all knew he was broken pretty bad
So we gave him what we had
We cleared a space for him to sleep in
And we let the silence
That's our trademark
Make it's graceful presence felt
C-come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling
Some were bright eyed, some were dead on their feet
And they came from Zimbabwe, or from Soviet Georgia
East Saint Louis, or from Paris, or they lived across the street
When they came, they had finally made it here
It was the least that we could do
To make our efforts clear
Come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
From Dallas-Fort Worth
All the way from sunny Taipei
Skin the color of a walnut shell
And a baseball cap holding down her dark hair
And she came here after midnight
The hot weather made her feel right at home
So come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
He drove in from Mexicalli
No worse for wear
Money to burn
Time to kill
But five minutes, looking in his eyes
And we all knew he was broken pretty bad
So we gave him what we had
We cleared a space for him to sleep in
And we let the silence
That's our trademark
Make it's graceful presence felt
C-come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling
Some were bright eyed, some were dead on their feet
And they came from Zimbabwe, or from Soviet Georgia
East Saint Louis, or from Paris, or they lived across the street
When they came, they had finally made it here
It was the least that we could do
To make our efforts clear
Come on in
We haven't slept for weeks
And drink some of this
This'll put color in your cheeks
Credits
Writer(s): John S Darnielle
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