Noah Kahan Paid Time Off Lyrics

Lyrics From NPR's Tiny Desk Concert Debut

[Verse 1]
I called you, but I'd run outta words
So I stared at the plastic, collidin' with dirt
At the fast food sign out 'n' left
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

[Chorus]
And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car and you're a closеd garage
Someone oncе 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
People grow up and move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Verse 2]
I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left from 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 that 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

[Pre-Chorus]
Such simple lines they drew to make this place
In the interest of time, we got a whole lot to waste

[Chorus]
Well, our 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, we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall
People grow and they move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus]
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Pre-Chorus]
Such simple lines they drew to make this place
In the interest of time, we got a whole lot to waste

[Chorus]
Oh, our love is like an open flame, you're a runnin' car and I'm 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
People grow up and they move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus]
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Bridge]
Hm-hm
Hm-hm
Hm-mm
Hm-mm
Hm-mm
Hm-mm

[Outro]
I got the car, you've got that bag, a handwritten note left from 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 that 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