Letra da Música Thirteen Hours de Andy Shauf

Is it my fault that you never got home?
If we'd taken the train, I guess you would've got home
I was so tired of lugging those bags around

We hopped in a cab, you were so excited
To stretch out in bed, it was such a long flight
Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep

Judy and me crossing the street
She said, "What did you leave for the cabbie? "
"That's such a bad tip", she walked to give him some more

I heard tires come screaming around the corner
Some drunk asshole saying he was so sorry
One broken hand, two bruised ribs, and one hospital gown

If you weren't such a cheap bastard, I'd be at home
I'm not made of money, you should've left it alone
As soon as I say it, she looks at me so surprised

Of course it's your fault that I never got home