Buffalo

The summer months left me alone
But the fall rolled in on the back of a storm
In the night, you and I drove
Have you ever seen lightning and snow?
All these weeks without a note
It’s like a ticking clock every time that you phone
But I’ve run aground, truth be told
And when it comes to me, I’ll let you know
Don’t be like that
Don’t be like that
Just my luck, an Irish rose
In a drinking hole, I’d played a thousand one shows
What you need is to just go home
And when it comes to you, don’t leave it alone
Don’t be like that
Don’t be like that
And up ahead the roads were closed
And the Gennys ran most of Buffalo
The customs man at border patrol
Said, «Yes, you can go, but you won’t make it home»
Don’t be like that
Don’t be like that
Don’t be like that
Don’t be like that