Transatlantic Accent Lyrics

Stuck in an elevator in Jerusalem

Where the coming of Christ wouldn’t change my mind

A vampire asked for directions in the hotel lobby

We were tongue-tied until he forked over change for the movies

You always loved the movies

And what do I have to show for it now

Adrenaline and dopamine run out

What do I have to show for it now

Home movies all collecting dust

Nocturnal with writer’s block in Austin

Where we collided like junebugs into light

Your body stretched over sheets made out of linen

You were never calm unless you were sleeping

And sometimes not even then

You’d rather be anxious

Thought it made you a better comic

Man, I miss listening to you process

Although it made me feel stupid

And what do I have to show for it now

Adrenaline and dopamine run out

What do I have to show for it now

Home movies all collecting dust

Once, I was 80 pounds soaking wet

Determined to use a transatlantic accent

Now, hometown heroes don’t do it for me anymore

So I never unpack and I sleep on the floor

At least, I often do, except when I’m with you

And what do I have to show for it now

Adrenaline and dopamine run out

What do I have to show for it now

Home movies

Home movies

Home movies all collecting dust