SECOND-HAND COAT
Left a session-musician career because nobody ever asked what she thought
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- D major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 2.4s
- length
- 2:42
- language
- En
lyrics
(one, two, three, four) (a hanger squeaks on the rail) I bought a coat for seven bucks A bus stub folded in the sleeve Someone rode to Fairbanks, trusting luck And I have never dared to leave (never, never) It smells like someone else's rain It hangs like someone else's nerve (nerve, nerve) It fits like a life I haven't lived It fits like a life I haven't lived Two sizes brave, one size too big It fits like a life I haven't lived It fits like a life I haven't lived (so wear it, wear it) I wear it to the grocery store Like Fairbanks might be aisle nine I hover by the exit door And buy the same bread every time (every time) It fits like a life I haven't lived It fits like a life I haven't lived Two sizes brave, one size too big It fits like a life I haven't lived It fits like a life I haven't lived Whoever you are, I hope you made it (I hope the bus was warm) I'm keeping the stub, I've laminated My little paper storm (a screen door swings) It fits like a life I haven't lived It fits like a life I haven't lived Two sizes brave, one size too big It fits like a life I haven't lived Seven bucks, seven bucks (and all that luck, all that luck)