Weekend Holiday from Dispatch by Folios

Born on a Good Friday, my story ain’t half bad
Could say I needed saving but that sounds really sad
My hair’s a bird’s nest, my pocket’s falling off
I’m a hobo professor, a slinger of songs
My list of shortcomings is embarrassingly long
Throwing pebbles at the window of your loft

Let’s go on a weekend holiday

Your hair color’s changed, your handwriting’s the same
You’re mixing drinks and signals, and whatever became
Of the gal who left her cardigan in my car
Apocalypse slips from your lips
As you straighten up and I come to grips
With the fact I haven’t come that far

Let’s go on a weekend holiday

I say bootleg and you say boutique
One could say we complement each other uniquely
Living check to check, at least we’re cheek to cheek
There’s no ring on your finger, no cuffs around my wrists
Cigar box stuffed with memories you forgot existed
An avalanche romance on a hot streak

Let’s go on a weekend holiday

• Rock
• indie rock
• lo-fi indie
• power pop
• songwriter
• Saint Paul