There’s a drum beat
And a verse
Flooding my street
And the girls they seem ecstatic
This time it’s not on them
To take the blame
For the commotion

In the front seat
Of the car you left out here
I’ve spent far too many hours
Still can’t drive
Just playing through these tapes
Til it gets light outside

These are things I shouldn’t do
Just wish I was close to you
Instead a block party with neighbours
These amplified words
And the absence of birds

Roll down the windows
Not a choice
Find the endo
I bet these boys will keep on dancing all night
For once they’re not the ones being blamed
For the commotion
Like the drumbeat
Like the noise
Loves the concrete
I hope this voice while it still lingers
This song
Escapes the tape
To reach your distant ears where it belongs

These are things I shouldn’t say
These are things I shouldn’t do
These are things I shouldn’t say
Just wish I was close to you
Instead this block party with neighbors
These amplified words
And the absence of birds