Sunday Sidewalks

Friday lands like a soft thud on the table

Keys in a bowl,

shoes on the mat

I breathe out the week (ahhhh)

Every great track starts with a rough idea

Do I need to say anything else?

Do you wanna listen?

Upload or record clean dry vocals

Five to twenty minutes

Text thread lights up—where we meeting?

A plan forms out of half-sent lines

I check the time,

then laugh at it (hahaha)

Weekend—let it spill into the room Let the speakers breathe,

let the floorboards move No schedule,

just a little too loud (ooh)

Weekend—made of small sounds and big grins

Record idea

Every great track starts with a rough idea

Saturday morning, sunlight on the blinds

A kettle starts its tiny engine

I make a promise

I won’t keep:

Just one coffee (yeah)

Weekend—let it spill into the room Let the speakers breathe,

let the floorboards move

Every grey cloud causes rain

So we dance anyway (ahhhh)