Missed call, 7 am on a Tuesday
While the turtle doves gathered on a wire
On an Alberta highway
Pills and bottles scattered all around
You can't blame the high
Just the coming down
Elliott Smith on repeat
Whyte Ave on your headphones
Too much time to overthink
Between the sold out shows
Staring at a wallet size photo of your kids
You're a four day drive
From the life you miss
I wish I would have known
But you can't tell
By the sound of the ring
It's a cry for help
And I'm not trying to make it
About myself
But sometimes
I still hear every word I never heard
Missed call, 7 am on a Tuesday
I woulda called you back like usual
And you'd say
Did you hear about the guy?
It was the same joke every time
And I knew that it was coming
But I still laughed at the punchline
I wish I would have known
But you can't tell
By the sound of the ring
It's a cry for help
And I'm not trying to make it
About myself
But sometimes
I still hear every word I never heard
Sometimes a missed call
7 am on a Tuesday
Is a black dress, and a stone cold church on a Thursday
Sometimes a missed call
7 am on a Tuesday
Is a black dress, and a stone cold church on a Thursday
