Walker Lukens Jacket On Ya Shoulders
He's looking like a joke that needed telling
A pulled punch that was lost in the night
He's calling on the gift that he was given
Gene Kelly drunk in a barroom fight
He's asking with a look that he was giving
If you know right but you do wrong anyway
You're leaving and it's you that will be grieving
For the things that you could not say, like:
CHORUS
“Everyone here wants to be the jacket on your shouldersâ€
He sees you and he got your instruction
On the catwalk to the backroom of your mind
He reads you and he knows that you are thirsty
Like a pitbull in a death grip fight
He's just making an appearance
He doesn't really have the time
But he knows you need an answer
Here's one you could say:
CHORUS
“Everyone here wants to be the jacket on your shouldersâ€