

Plus-one skipped the track at zero-three
Left me sitting on this cold concrete
HVAC humming on the rooftop high While the shift-change crew is walking
by (hey, hey)
In the hallway where the lockers stand
We are punching out to find our land
We leave the dust behind the door
We don't belong here anymore
On the ledge we claim the night
Underneath the copper light
No going back to the basement floor
We want the sky and we want it more
We leave the dust behind
(yeah) On the ledge tonight