

A green plastic wristband from last night's show
Hanging off a rusty rooftop pipe,
letting go
One working speaker humming in the morning breeze
Playing a song that's begging us to freeze (yeah)
Under the streetlights, finding our crown
Dusty old keys just spinning around
We trace the long way home
A kid selling bottles in the mid-day heat
Counting paper ones on the cracked concrete
Red brake lights flash,
he catches his breath
Then drives the long way home,
escaping the net (mmm-hmm)
Under the streetlights, finding our crown
Dusty old keys just spinning around
We trace the long way home
Just a wristband on the roof...
One working speaker... (hummmm)