Plastic Cup Toast

Excuse me, do you know how to get to...? (hahaha)

Footsteps on the concrete stair

Two AM under yellow glare

Plastic cups toast to the night

Lost in the soft and dusty

light

Slow down the spinning wheels

Tell me how the quiet feels

We find the rhythm in the dark (mmmmm)

Two AM

asking where to go

Voices drift in the streetlamp glow

We laugh too loud

then fade away

No need to wait for the break of day

Slow down the spinning wheels

Tell me how the quiet feels

We find the rhythm in the dark (yeah) (shhhh)