Christine Fellows - Phantom Pains Lyrics
We lived just two blocks from the beachIn a dirt floor bungalow,With butterflies bolted outsideThe living room window.The dog will chew up any shoeLeft lying on the front stoop.Let the screen door slamOn your way out.Won't be too hard to find us.Follow the lights straight into town.Ask anyone at all,"Where's the Alexander hotel?"We grew up bookends either sideOf the library parking lot.From throwing rocks, to throwing looks,To throwing the bouquet.My mother she's a character,All around her cards and ginBut watch her close, she'll teach you aboutAnything to win.We'll be finishing each other's sentencesAnd playing euchre for pennies.Every friday nightAt the Alexander Hotel.Charlie's worked behind the bar,Ever since we were little kids.He lost two fingers and an eyeIn a childhood accident.He told me once he wakes some nightsHis missing fingers itching terribly.I read somewhere that phantom painsNever go away.Charlie's good for a case of beerFriday night after hours,If you let him come along.Stumble home in the dark.
