Parlor Trick / Remix (Remix)

Driving South on 93, clear skies it's all blue.

Stopped at a red light, sign said Parlor trick tattoos

I had time to spare, so did the guy inside

He had gray in his beard and a pit bull sleeping by his side

He told me his story while the ink sunk in

He smelled like THC, was humble like a politician

I left with a piece of art, didn't look half bad

Finally had a secret. And It was all, It was all, It was all I had

All in good time, right meter, right rhyme

All in good time, find the right meter

The right rhyme

Went to number nine pine street and rang her doorbell

I stepped back a few feet and I almost fell

That's when she welcomed me and showed me around

She was wearing mom jeans and her hair long and brown

The wind whistled its song through the kitchen screen

We both acted shy, like awkward teens

But I learned a parlor trick from my late grand dad

It wasn't tried or true, but it was all, it was all, It was all I had

All in good time, right meter, right rhyme

All in good time, find the right meter

The right rhyme

My phone kept vibrating, but I was fast asleep

Dreams too weird to explain. Waking up was a relief

I had a new voicemail. Seemed like an odd choice

Times are always changing. Now I had her voice

I heard through the static, she was reading a poem

Prose about a parlor trick,

And it was all, it was all, it was all I had