Northline

[D] [D]   [G] [C]
      [D] [D]   [G] [C]

[D]We'd meet before[G] w[C]ork
This skinhead girl I used to work with
I know it ain't right
but it was her boyfriend's belief I believed
and her scarred up white legs
and her blood shot blue eyes

Northline sleeping in the back of a Monte Carlo
her letters turned to postcards and then they
never appeared
Northline

Now there's a Mexican radio station coming through the wall
and her letters lay on the floor covered in
hearts and a drawn rose
maybe he was just adding weight to a broken back
maybe he was just adding weight to an already broken back
but my justification seemed clear
she was lost and isolation is my biggest fear