Philadelphia

Like a gun shot from miles away she’s moving in.
Like a rain storm without the clouds, she falls on him.
Like a phone call to warn the troop that never ends.
It’s the truth before the lies.
It’s the way she doesn’t try.
It’s the wink before the slide.
In Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia.
They met after work one day she laughed with him.
They drove off their separate ways and then met for drinks.
When he got home the silent gift was deafening.
It’s the truth before the lies.
It’s the way she doesn’t try.
It’s the wink before the slide.
In Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia.
She thought that love was going to fight.
She thought that love was going to take her home.
She thought love was going to save her.
But love just never showed.
She thought love was always watching.
All we learned that love was supposed to win,
But sometimes it’s the demons, that are standing in the end.
He slips off his worn out suit and tries to rest.
She’s a million miles away across the bend.
She rolls over and puts her hand across his chest.
It’s the truth before the lies.
It’s the way she doesn’t try.
It’s the wink before the slide.
In Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia.
In Philadelphia.
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