Slow dance across the interstate to all the birdsong in your head
Hold me when you make it to East Bay
Sorry I tuned you out again
Because I'm such a bad friend
Wish that we could pretend
That we're fourteen and the moon is falling down
You'd say "Hey man, that's fine
We'll go watch from outside
We'll pack our bags and leave this town"
I hope you noticed
The Kansas stars
As your body broke though the window
Of a stranger's car
I hope it didn't hurt at all because I'm hurting a lot right now
Slow dance at the show on Friday night
The only thing that's punk is your shoes
Tell me how the band sounds just alright
You know I hear that birdsong too
Because I'm such bad friend
Wish we were fifteen again
When we'd smoke clove cigarettes down by the creek
You'd say "Breath in real slow
Don't exhale until you know
That your body's not tied down to anything"