Track 4 of the album Slow Tide Home · 2016
Run for the Number Twelve, Share the Cover
“Sideways rain and a sprint for the bus. Danny drives this one, and I try to keep up on the guitar.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · swing-bossa · 3:55
Lyrics
Here comes the bus at the end of the street The rain is coming sideways I have a paper over my head You have a hat and a hurry We both begin to run Our shoes go splash, splash, splash And somewhere in the middle of the road We are laughing at the clouds Run for the number twelve, share the cover Under the paper, under each other Puddles on the left, puddles on the right We'll catch it by a heartbeat tonight Run for the number twelve, hey, hey Let the whole wet city get out of the way Hold the door, please hold the door We are the last ones, we want one more You hop a puddle like a dancing deer I skip a drain and slide The driver sees us, taps the wheel And grins from the glass inside We tumble on the step All elbows and wet sleeves You say, we made it I say, almost like a dream Run for the number twelve, share the cover Under the paper, under each other Puddles on the left, puddles on the right We'll catch it by a heartbeat tonight Run for the number twelve, hey, hey Let the whole wet city get out of the way Hold the door, please hold the door We are the last ones, we want one more Sit by the window, fog on the glass Draw a small sun and let it pass Strangers, soaked, and so alive The number twelve takes us on the drive Run for the number twelve, share the cover Under the paper, under each other Puddles on the left, puddles on the right We'll catch it by a heartbeat tonight Run for the number twelve, hey, hey Let the whole wet city get out of the way Hold the door, please hold the door We are the last ones, we want one more Hold the door Number twelve