drugstore

Your hands are cold

Picket fence and an open door
Telephone's ringing 'cause you need some from the drug store
Yeah, you called it at the front door
A first glance on an open floor
Money was running from your pockets at the drug store
Yeah, you called it at the front door

Got some broken time, I don't wanna think about
I just wanna get by, before I gotta think about it
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh