Track 8 of the album Loud and Wrong and Ours · 2023
Confetti on the Bleachers, Lights Going Down
“The DJ packed his speakers and the streamers hung half down. We stayed to sing the last chorus to the janitor.”
folk rock · nostalgic anthem · bright jangle · 3:50
Lyrics
The DJ packed his speakers up The streamers hang half down Somebody's corsage on the floor Under the scoreboard's tired crown We're the last ones in the gym tonight Shoes off, sweat still drying Nobody wants to be the first To say the night is dying Confetti on the bleachers, lights going down We're the last kids dancing in a sleeping town Hold it, hold it, one more song Nobody's heading home, nobody's wrong Let the janitor sigh, let the clock run late Confetti on the bleachers, we can wait Danny slides across the waxed-up floor In his socks like he's on ice Maria's laughing so hard she cries And the night feels worth the price Somebody hums the slow one We all pretend we don't know the words Then we sing it, every single line Loud as a thousand birds Confetti on the bleachers, lights going down We're the last kids dancing in a sleeping town Hold it, hold it, one more song Nobody's heading home, nobody's wrong Let the janitor sigh, let the clock run late Confetti on the bleachers, we can wait We won't be here next year, we know The world's got roads to run But right now this wooden floor Is the center of the sun Hold my hand, count it down Ten, nine, eight, we are Young and loud and glowing Like a van full of stars The big lights click off one by one The moon comes through the glass We spill into the parking lot And hope it never has to pass Confetti on the bleachers, lights going down We're the last kids dancing in a sleeping town Hold it, hold it, one more song Nobody's heading home, nobody's wrong Let the janitor sigh, let the clock run late Confetti on the bleachers, we can wait We can wait, we can wait Lights going down, we can wait