Текст песни
I got a peach pit ticket
Stuck in my back jean pocket
Bought it from a man in a green raincoat
At the bus stop by the market
He said, “Keep it till Friday”
I said, “Man, that sounds like trouble”
Then a kid sold me one blue marble
For a paper cup and a crumpled shuffle
Now every little thing feels tilted
Like the day just lost its latch
I can hear your laugh in the alley
And my feet won’t match
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
Take me where the small things hit
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
I keep spinning off of it
I walked past the laundromat window
Saw my face in a strip of chrome
A dog with one torn ear came trotting
Like he knew the way back home
I found a red key under a bench plank
And a note that said, “Don’t be late”
So I followed the smell of ripe mango
Down a street that I never could name
Now every little thing feels tilted
Like the sky got a new set of teeth
I can hear that luck in the sidewalk
When it clicks beneath me
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
Take me where the small things hit
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
I keep spinning off of it
If I lose it, I lose the map
If I keep it, I might fall through
But the whole wide world fits in my palm
When I think of you
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
Take me where the small things hit
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
I keep spinning off of it
Peach pit ticket
Peach pit ticket
I’m still running with it
