Water and Coffee
(one, two, let's go)
Under the streetlights, we are gold
Dancing on the concrete,
breaking the mold Oh,
we're spinning out of control
Cheap light spilled across the old front porch
Ice melting in the cooler,
carrying the torch
Kid selling water bottles right in the heat
Standing in the traffic on a narrow city street
He held a warm gas-station coffee in his hand Just staying for
one more track to hear the band And the bass begins to
rattle the glass (rattle the glass)
Under the streetlights, we are gold
Dancing on the concrete,
breaking the mold Oh,
we're spinning out of control
Car doors open and the radio plays
Trading silver quarters in a summer haze
He doesn't want the melody to ever fade away One final song
before he calls it a day
Under the streetlights, we are gold
Dancing on the concrete,
breaking the mold Oh,
we're spinning out of control
Just one more track
(yeah, just one more)