National Steel - Kathleen Edwards

What a surprise

Wearing your disguise on the telephone line

I know it pleased you

To know I needed you and your time

You play the game

Not saying either way, but you know

Could’ve made it real quick

Save me the guilt trip, and just said, «No»

Are you writing this all down?

Are you writing this all down?

This conversation

Alienation in your tone

I’ve got no fucking clue

From your point of view and your time zone

I wouldn’t have asked

Saved you the task, if I weren’t for real

Trading a daughter and two thousand dollars

For a national steel

Are you writing this all down?

Are you writing this all down?

Are you writing this all down?

Are you writing this all down?

Down, down, down

Down, down, down

Down, down down