Tribe

Find me in the nicotine line New suit no boots ‘cause I read it before The sign hanging there on the door Shame me for the seventeenth time I cried, can't decide who needed you more Think I'll wait to see what's in store Cause we are falling out of love You finally call on a Saturday night Does it feel right Or should I find my tribe again? Cause we are running out of hugs You finally call on a Saturday night It doesn’t feel right Guess I should find my tribe again alright Make time with the tip of your toungue I sung you the song that you wanted to hear You said it was the song of the year I pay for your crime well just look what you’ve done Spilled milk on the silk from the chandelier Better hope it doesn't end in tears Cause we are falling out of love You finally call on a Saturday night Does it feel right Or should I find my tribe again? Cause we are running out of hugs You finally call on a Saturday night It doesn’t feel right Guess I should find my tribe again alright