Bad Reception

Verse 1

I bought a plant from a man downtown He said,

“Give it love, it'll stick around”

Now it's leaning to the left like it's got somewhere to be

And I'm learning not to take things personally

There's a sock on the roof of the laundromat

Nobody knows how it got up there I keep looking at it every

Thursday Like maybe it's a sign that someone cares

My neighbour plays the saxophone Like he's being chased out of his home

And the pigeons on the telephone wire Look like they're holding a meeting about the weather

Pre-Chorus

And I don't know what I'm doing

But the afternoon is pretty

Got a pocket full of nothing

And a head full of confetti

Chorus

The sun has bad reception

But it's calling me again

Says there's a little bit of summer In the cracks between the pavement

And the world's a funny place

When you stop to look around

There's a kingdom in a puddle

And a king who lost his crown

Oh, I think I'll be alright I think I'll be alright

I've got nowhere

I should be And the whole day left to waste

\[Verse 2\]

I saw a girl with a lemon-yellow coat Riding past with a baguette under her arm

She was singing to a song in her headphones

Like the whole street was her backyard

I waved at a bus that wasn't mine

The driver waved back anyway

And for a second there,

I swear to God I felt like

I was famous for a day

There's a little café with crooked chairs Where the coffee tastes like burnt-out stars

The owner knows my order by now

But still asks me who I think we are

Pre-Chorus

And I don't need a reason

For the sky to turn pink

Sometimes the best things happen When you forget to overthink

Chorus

The sun has bad reception

But it's calling me again

Says there's a little bit of summer

In the cracks between the pavement

And the world's a funny place

When you stop to look around

There's a kingdom in a puddle

And a king who lost his crown

Oh, I think I'll be alright I think I'll be alright

I've got nowhere I should be

And the whole day left to waste

Bridge

Maybe I'll buy a little boat

And sail it down the kitchen sink

Maybe I'll write a book someday

About the things that don't mean anything

Like why the moon looks bigger

When you're walking home alone

Why the grass grows through the concrete

Why the best songs sound like home

And if the future wants to find me It can leave a little note

I'll be out here feeding pigeons In my secondhand winter coat

Final Chorus

The sun has bad reception

Still it's calling me again

There's a little bit of magic In the places that we've been

And the world's a funny place

And I'm happy to be found

By a song coming from a window

Or a lost balloon downtown

Oh, I think I'll be alright I think I'll be alright

Maybe nothing's going right

But the afternoon is nice

Yeah, the afternoon is nice.

Outro

My little plant is growing sideways.

The sock is still up there.

The sun keeps calling every morning.

I think somebody cares.