Buffalo - Kathleen Edwards

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