Cruel Trick Songtext
von Grant‐Lee Phillips

Shop windows are closed, like Sunday
And people are scarce
The powerlines heavy with ivy
Sidewalks are quiet, there′s no light

A marquee is bare at the movies
There's nothing to see
I missed the dumb place, mostly
The feeling you get when there′s somewhere
When there's somewhere to be

Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
It took a holy mess
To keep us apart
Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
Oh


We took a long drive through the country
Together so near
We photographed silos and halos
All of the sign posts of nowhere
But it's so hard to hear

Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
If there′s a cure, oh yeah
Stick out my arm
But it′s a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
Oh

My guitar just sits in the case
Anymore
Funny time is so easily wasted
Funny, I know, I've got this before

Feels like a cruel, cruel, cruel
Trick on the heart
It took a holy mess
To keep us apart

If there′s a cure, oh yeah
Stick out my arm
Oh