The Postcards

More treble. They always want more treble. As if the radio knows what it's playing.

I didn't come here by court order, but the pull felt almost as mandatory. When I got the call, I was working on the '66 Galaxie, covered in brake dust. I probably looked like a miner trying to break into my own house in search of a hot shower, which is probably why the dogs were so confused at my presence. I never answer the phone when I'm in the shop. I never take calls from the group. I never say yes to this sort of thing. This is a mistake, and I know it. So why am I here? I miss something. Or I'm missing something.

You took me right back down to where we started from.

Yeah, more treble.