Brandi Carlile - Pirate on the run

Pat Monahan & Brandi Carlile

PM: She woke up In a town made of quick sand
Gets harder to move every day she stays
He woke up in the same hotel he always does
Just different numbers on the door
Well, maybe they’ll meet
And, maybe they won’t
Well, maybe they love each other
And maybe they don’t

She’s a Gypsy
He’s a Pirate on the run

BC: Her eyes, they know too much
To treat you like somebody
But you just cant touch
His smile ain’t seen the light of day
Exchanged it for some treasure
Somewhere along the way
Maybe the stars will align so they can sail on together
Or maybe he’ll steal her laugh
And she’ll take his heart and his favorite sweater

She’s a Gypsy
He’s a Pirate on the run

PM: Oh yes, they finally did meet
And let me tell, ya
PM&BC: We loved a first and last kinda love
PM: I was perfect for her soul
BC: I was perfect for his heart
PM&BC: And together we are perfect apart

Back when it was only you and me
Baby, we were gonna be fine
Oh, then reality made sure that you’d never be mine

BC: I’m a Gypsy
He’s a Pirate on the run

Yeah that’s right

PM: She’s a Gypsy
And I’m a Pirate on the run