In the Melody

That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles

I turned back into the me that I was

That guy that would go out to buy a new porno

And come back with twenty, the pervert you loveAnd as I drove I remembered that you made a tape

For me to play if I ever had a lonely day

I slipped it in and the Stereophonics came on singing about musicWell, at least someone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I

I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets

Someone still believesThe sound of American radio's making me feel like

I just killed my mom and my dad

These pop songs are meant to be simple

So people who make them

We take them and break them in halfAnd as I drove I remembered that you made a tape

For me to play if I my ears were ever being raped

I slipped it in and the Tragically Hip came on singing about musicWell, at least someone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I

I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets

Someone still believesWell, at least someone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I

I think that I must admit that as bad as it getsSomeone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I

I think that I must admitSomeone still believes in the melody

I, I think that I've heard it already but I

I think that I must admit