Got your invite
Be sure to let you know
(Maybe I'll stop by, maybe I might try)
When you play my doorstep
I'll see your next show
(I can't go outside, can't get my shoes tied)
Guess it wasn't meant to be
I've got work early
It's cold and I'd have to take the T
That's why our clubs close in threes
You know what? I might
What's the address again?
(Can't look it up now, can't ask a punk how)
Gettin' late now
And you're not responding
(Are you on stage yet? or are you just upset?)
Guess it wasn't meant to be
But hey, don't look at me
Oh no, guess this decade's not for me
They say bad things come in threes