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Noah Kahan Lyrics - "Paid Time Off" song full text: Burnout and the craving for escape serve as the core inspiration for this relatable folk ballad. Listeners will find this music song to be a soothing yet sharp commentary on modern life. We have the full text lyrics ready for you to explore this essential track from the new album.
"Paid Time Off"
I called you
But I'd of 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, getting lost in the scope of it
And I see you drive in
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, 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 getting high at the outlet mall
Most people grow up and they 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 from mom and dad
Police scanner bouncing on the dash
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
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 got a whole lot to waste
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, 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 they 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
I got the car, you got the bag
Handwritten note left from mom and dad
A police scanner bouncing 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
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off
"Paid Time Off"
I called you
But I'd of 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, getting lost in the scope of it
And I see you drive in
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, 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 getting high at the outlet mall
Most people grow up and they 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 from mom and dad
Police scanner bouncing on the dash
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
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 got a whole lot to waste
And your love is like an open flame
I'm a running car, 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 they 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
I got the car, you got the bag
Handwritten note left from mom and dad
A police scanner bouncing 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
Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off