Too Cool from Traveller's Moon by Adam McBride-Smith

Too Cool

Honey there was a time
Before you were mine
When I walked these empty streets
Wandered up and down
This cold, hard town
With no empty arms to meet

Saw those window lights
Shine clear through though the night
How they’d flash like strings of jewels
Here you come my way
And my friends all say
You’re too cool, too cool, too cool

Come on honey we can head on down
See those city lights shine like stars
Red-eye stations at the end of the line
Well we never seem to make it that far

Well it wasn’t your dress
Or some cry of distress
That swept me off my stool
You’re no dancing queen
But I must confess
You’re too cool, too cool, too cool

Be that as it may
Still you’re not too cool to say
What’s really on your mind from day to day

Some girls get hot
Trying to game the shots
Want to play you for a fool
You never made yourself out
To be what you’re not
You’re just too cool, too cool, too cool

Come on honey we can head on down
See those city lights shine like stars
Red-eye stations at the end of the line
Well I wonder when we’ll make it that far

Well now time goes by
And we’ve all seen trials
And temptations cloud our eyes
But I’ve come a long way
Since my back step days
And I’d rather be by your side

You got charm to spare
You’ve got savoir faire
But you ain’t nobody’s fool
Here you come my way
And my friends all say
You’re too cool, too cool, too cool

• Dirt Wave
• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• westcoast
• Portland