Street Lyrics

I'm waiting on the steps

I'm staring at the glass

Throwing rocks at the siding

And pulling up the grass

You're locking up the door

You shutter the garage

Dry rain on the windshield

A scatterbrained collage

The parking lot is hot

The sun is pouring in

My drink is spilling over

You're stifling a grin

The city's looking bright

Branches line the street

The cul-de-sac is quiet

We're driving through the leaves

I walked outside and sat back down

I breathed in real deep and blew it back out

I slept upstairs

I changed my hair

I stood up and grew it back out