Paid Time Off Lyrics

I called you, but I′d run out of words
So I stared at the plastic collidin' with dirt
At the fast food sign out in Leb′
I prepared for the warfare with the voice in my head
And I thought it was strange how the letters were placed
How the "Hiring" sign seemed to laugh in my face
And if you were here, you'd make a joke of it
I'm alone, gettin′ lost in the scope of it
Then I see you drive in

And your love is like an open flame
I′m a runnin' car, and you′re a closed garage
Someone once told us there's a world out there
But we don′t care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just gettin′ high at the outlet mall
Most people grow up and then move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

I got the car, you got the bag
A handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
Police scanner bouncin′ on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin′ workin' for the paid time off

Such simple lines
They drew to make this place
In the interest of time
We′ve got a whole lot to waste

And your love is like an open flame
I'm a runnin′ car and you're a closed garage
Someone once said there′s a world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
People grow and then move away
But you don′t care, and I don′t mind at all
You don't care, and I don′t mind at all

Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-mm
Hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm, hm-hm
Hm-mm, hm-hm, hm-hm

I got the car, you've got the bag
A handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncin′ on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin′ for the paid time off