

Selling cold bottles in the highway heat
Red brake lights stretching down the concrete street
Under the scaffolding, a secret spark
I took the long way home through the industrial park
Plastic beads on my wrist,
a letter on the clasp
Stealing a moment from the city's grasp In the empty warehouse,
the bass starts to grow (oh-oh-oh)
We found a rave in the shell of the concrete wall!
Dance in the dust,
let the scaffolding fall!
I see your name on the band that I wear!
Spinning around in the cold midnight air!
Concrete pillars blocking out the sky
Just a street vendor kid watching worlds go by But the beat
is pounding through the hollow steel
This construction-site romance is all I feel
We found a rave in the shell of the concrete wall!
Dance in the dust,
let the scaffolding fall!
I see your name on the band that I wear!
Spinning around in the cold midnight air!
Driving the long way home (the long way home) (your name on
my wrist)