Joined By an Ipod - Little Man Tate

Wherever you go, no matter how far

Even if I cannot reach you no more

I know that we’re not perfect by far

But joined by the sound of a humble guitar

Some people say, we’re joined at the hip

But we’re joined by a playlist, where we pick the hits

They got us through some of our worst times

Like broken hearts and dodgy lines

Broken hearts and dodgy lines

Don’t know why I’m talking

Cos you don’t hear what I say

I’m sure you’d love to listen

But the tune gets in the way

It’s not ending, cos we’re just at the start

We’re not over, just confused and drifting apart

I’d play a song, but I’ve left my guitar in the car

You’d love to leave, but the headphones won’t stretch that far

Whatever I say, no matter how true

It’s seems that I can’t get through to you

But as soon as I put my thumb on play

All of the rows go away

Don’t know why I’m talking

Cos you don’t hear what I say

I’m sure you’d love to listen

But the tune gets in the way

It’s not ending, cos we’re just at the start

We’re not over, just confused and drifting apart

I’d play a song, but I’ve left my guitar in the car

You’d love to leave, but the headphones won’t stretch that far

It’s not ending, cos we’re just at the start

We’re not over, just confused and drifting apart

I’d play a song, but I’ve left my guitar in the car

You’d love to leave, but the headphones won’t stretch that far

It’s not ending, cos we’re just at the start

We’re not over, just confused and drifting apart

I’d play a song, but I’ve left my guitar in the car

You’d love to leave, but the headphones won’t stretch that far