Little Dings from Adam Fitz by Adam Fitz

Little dings and other things
Add up
Until you're stuck
Outta luck
you couldn't give a fuck
you were just
some distant sound
after the beep, before the pound
From a payphone in the lonesome west

But I can't promise you anything
You know, darling, that's the thing
I just want to so bad

Little dings on shiny things add up
Until your stuck
Like the wreck of an old pick up truck
You were lost all along
I wrote you a song
It was wicked but never mentioned your name

Bc I can't promise you anything
you know darling, thats the thing
I want to so bad

So lets douse it in kerosene
Make the biggest noise they've ever seen
Scatter the seeds
So we can do it again next spring

You know I try my best
To play these close to my chest
I mean, I want to so bad.

So lets douse it in kerosene
Our love, Adeline & Marie
Who gathered the seeds
So we could do it again next spring.

• Acoustic
• Crooked
• Shouter
• Soulful
• Tom Waits
• Van Morrison
• Pittsburgh