Track 8 of the album Pass Me a Napkin · 2023
Frost on the Handlebars, Late for Nothing
“White on the garden gate and late for absolutely nothing. A tiny winter song with a big grin.”
punk · punk · skate punk · 2:13
Lyrics
Woke up to white on the garden gate Frost on the handlebars, I'm running late Late for nothing, late for no one Bike's a block of ice but it's still fun Mittens on the wrong hands Breath makes a cloud Nobody told me winter shows up loud Hey, hey, first frost, first frost Skidding down the street, nothing lost Hey, hey, cold nose, warm heart Ring the bell, we're gonna start Danny slid right across the lot Sat on the curb and he laughed a lot Mia drew a smile in the car window glass Said the whole town looks like a Christmas card Mittens on the wrong hands Breath makes a cloud Nobody told me winter shows up loud Hey, hey, first frost, first frost Skidding down the street, nothing lost Hey, hey, cold nose, warm heart Ring the bell, we're gonna start Stop Hold your breath Hear the quiet crunch Under our feet One, two, three, four Hey, hey, first frost, first frost Skidding down the street, nothing lost Hey, hey, cold nose, warm heart Ring the bell, we're gonna start Late for nothing Late for no one First frost, first frost We're done