Uncut Corduroy

(A cappella)
"You said, 'Cross my heart and hope to die...'"

[Verse 1]
Under the Front Street El, the air in July was thick as felt
We were just two kids tracing the rust on the bolts we were dealt
Our whole life felt like uncut corduroy, waiting for a shear
You swore that vow against the train noise just so I could hear

[Chorus]
But you can't un-sew a crooked line
Once you've pulled the thread of time
No, you can't un-sew that crooked line
That you stitched right into mine

[Verse 2]
I just pour the gin and watch you wear your brand new skin
A well-dressed lie that doesn't show the trouble that you're in
I see the way you hold your glass, a perfect, practiced pleat
Every Tuesday you come walking down this goddamn street

[Chorus]
But you can't un-sew a crooked line
Once you've pulled the thread of time
No, you can't un-sew that crooked line
That you stitched right into mine

[Bridge]
And this burning in my chest, this quiet kind of rage
Is for the love that's still folded on a long-forgotten page
I trace it like a chalk line, the crease your finger pressed
You just said, "Always." Was the word a test?

[Outro]
No, you can't un-sew that crooked line.
You stitched it right into mine.