The Joke with No Punchline
You still call Tuesday “the incident” I still deny the paper crown That diner clock was ten minutes fast We missed the bus and owned the town You drew a map on a napkin To find the place we’d just walked past We laughed so hard the waiter asked If either one of us could last One raised eyebrow, that’s the cue Whole room’s talking; we’re in code Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend Remember when we named the pigeons Like they were running city hall? You gave the grumpiest one a title I made a badge from a receipt roll Your lucky socks are barely lucky They’re mostly holes and stubborn thread But you wore them to my big day And said, “The mayor sends his best” One raised eyebrow, that’s the cue Whole room’s talking; we’re in code Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend No grand speech, no perfect plan Just you who gets it when I can’t If years roll by and names get lost We’ll still know what that eyebrow means Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend Yeah, my favorite person, my built-in friend Tuesday. The crown. The mayor pigeon. Don’t explain it—just grin.
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[Куплет 1] You still call Tuesday “the incident” I still deny the paper crown That diner clock was ten minutes fast We missed the bus and owned the town You drew a map on a napkin To find the place we’d just walked past We laughed so hard the waiter asked If either one of us could last [Предприпев] One raised eyebrow, that’s the cue Whole room’s talking; we’re in code [Припев] Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend [Куплет 2] Remember when we named the pigeons Like they were running city hall? You gave the grumpiest one a title I made a badge from a receipt roll Your lucky socks are barely lucky They’re mostly holes and stubborn thread But you wore them to my big day And said, “The mayor sends his best” [Предприпев] One raised eyebrow, that’s the cue Whole room’s talking; we’re in code [Припев] Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend [Бридж] No grand speech, no perfect plan Just you who gets it when I can’t If years roll by and names get lost We’ll still know what that eyebrow means [Финальный припев] Here’s to the joke with no punchline The look that says, “You had to be there” Two old friends, one crooked timeline A thousand stories packed in one stare When the world gets loud, I know where to go You say that phrase and I’m home again Here’s to the bits that only we know My favorite person, my built-in friend Yeah, my favorite person, my built-in friend [Аутро] Tuesday. The crown. The mayor pigeon. Don’t explain it—just grin.
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