Broken Tape Carousel

(uh, yeah)

Late night coffee on the wooden floor

Spinning old tapes by the open door Looking for that feeling from

the summer before

Halfway dreaming while the speakers hum

Waiting on the groove till the morning come

(yeah,

just keep it rolling)

I love it when you call me big papa Throw your hands

in the air if you a true player

I wanna see some ladies tonight call me baby,

baby

Streetlamp flicker through the window frame

Finding new chords for an ancient game

Caught up in the cadence of a golden phrase Drop the stylus

back down, let the record play

Nothing left to chase at the end of day

(keep that head nodding slow)

(baby, baby)