Joined By An Ipod (Little Man Tate)

Wherever you go, no matter how far Even if I cannot reach you no more I know that we're not perfect by far But joined by the sound of a humble guitar. Some people say, we're joined at the hip But we're joined by a playlist, Where we pick the hits That got us through some of our worst times Like broken hearts and dodgy lines Broken hearts and dodgy lines Don't know why I'm talking Cos you don't hear what I say I'm sure you'd love to listen But the tune gets in the way It's not ending, cos we're just at the start We're not over, just confused and drifting apart I'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the car You'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch That far Whatever I say, no matter how true It's seems that I can't get through to you But as soon as I put my thumb on play All of the rows go away Don't know why I'm talking Cos you don't hear what I say I'm sure you'd love to listen But the tune gets in the way It's not ending, cos we're just at the start We're not over, just confused and drifting apart I'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the car You'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch That far It's not ending, cos we're just at the start We're not over, just confused and drifting apart I'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the car You'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch That far It's not ending, cos we're just at the start We're not over, just confused and drifting apart I'd play a song, but I've left my guitar in the car You'd love to leave, but the headphones won't stretch That far