Crosswalk Slowdown

Blue receipt from the corner store

Waiting on a crosswalk that stays red too long Got your voice

on speakerphone

Spilling memories of hands in clay and stone

(ahhhh) And the heat is rising off the asphalt lane

Spinning wheels just to feel the same

(here we go) Drive with the windows down Let the summer wash

right through us now

No more holding on to what we lost

Dancing underneath the evening frost (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Dusty shelves of the things we made

Cracked and glazed before the season started to fade But the groove

is steady in my chest

Leaving all the heavy words to rest

Drive with the windows down Let the summer wash right through us

now

No more holding on to what we lost

Dancing underneath the evening frost (yeah,

yeah, yeah)

Stays

red too long... Windows down...