The cab is full of smoke
And the air it smells like gears
The ghosts of the interstate
Are howling in my ears
And when you think you’ve crossed the line
You found an error in your aim
There’s truer love around the corner
But in these turns you make your name
Oh delia, oh delia
I was always hoping you’d give me a little bit more
But you were born to killers,
And I was born in the morning
When I was picking my poison
Between Manhattan or the hills
You were running around the jamboree
Like you knew everyone on the bill
I fell in love with your looks
and how you dressed like Frazey ford
You understood my wanderlust,
But my fear made you bored
Oh delia, oh delia
I was always hoping you’d give me a little bit more
But you were born to killers,
And I was born in the morning
Give anything an honest hour
And it becomes a home
Even with it’s burned-out heart
You find shelter in the bones
Oh delia, oh delia
I was always hoping you’d give me a little bit more
But you were born to killers,
And I was born in the morning
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