Payphone, Nebraska
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 3.2s
- length
- 7:59
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, slow) Cost me two dollars in quarters to hear her say hello She was twelve and she asked when and I said soon Soon is the most expensive word I ever bought (ever bought) Two dollars, and the next eighteen years There was a truck stop diner right behind me (behind me) I sat in it for an hour after and ate nothing Payphone, Nebraska (Nebraska) Where I found out what kind of man I was Payphone, Nebraska And I got back in the truck and drove She's thirty now, she calls on my birthday Says soon back to me, in the exact same voice Not cruel about it, that's what makes it land (makes it land) She's not punishing me, she just learned the word from somebody I've driven past that exit maybe four hundred times. The payphone's gone. Course it is. I still slow down. (drums return, gently) Payphone, Nebraska (Nebraska) Where I found out what kind of man I was Payphone, Nebraska And I got back in the truck and drove (Nebraska...)