Second ring, second ring
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 5.0s
- length
- 3:44
- language
- En
lyrics
The fridge hum cuts through the rental air Your name pops up on my cracked front screen Coffee gone cold in the red motel chair You say, "I picked up before it could ring clean" You're half-asleep in a Gulf Coast chair I'm parked by the pay phone, holding still You say, "Talk slow, I'm already there" And I let the whole house go quiet and chill Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Your work shirt hangs on a laundry line Mine's balled up on the passenger seat You laugh like you heard my voice just fine Even with the rain on the tin awning beat You got a chipped mug by the sink at home I got a dime and a sagging map You say, "I'm awake, so you ain't alone" Then you keep my hard thoughts from snapping back Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring If I miss the mark, if I roll off track If my truck dies out by the county sign You don't ask why, you just call me back And the dark gets thin in your line Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring Second ring, second ring You answer on the second ring