Track 2 of the EP Streetlight Waltz · 2018
Off-Season Arcade Lights
“The pier belongs to the gulls in winter, and we borrowed it for a song. The arcade lights keep on blinking regardless.”
folk rock · seaside jangle · playful folk · 3:40
Lyrics
The seaside town is shuttered up for winter Gulls own the pier and the wind owns the street But one old arcade's got its lights still burning And a man who hands out quarters for free We pushed the van out of the rain Pockets full of salt and change Oh, the arcade lights are on, boys, the arcade lights are on Out of season, out of reason, we're playing till the dawn Pinball bells and neon glow, nobody here but us Four tired hearts and a high score, that's enough The arcade lights are on Drummer's beating everybody at skee-ball Bass player's winning a plastic gold ring Harmonica's blowing on a broken jukebox And the whole damp town begins to sing We pushed the van out of the rain Pockets full of salt and change Oh, the arcade lights are on, boys, the arcade lights are on Out of season, out of reason, we're playing till the dawn Pinball bells and neon glow, nobody here but us Four tired hearts and a high score, that's enough The arcade lights are on Tomorrow it's the highway and the hunger Another town, another empty hall But tonight we're kings of a crooked boardwalk With a prize bear bigger than us all Hold the last token up to the light Make a wish on it, make it a good one Whatever's coming, we had this night Neon on the water, we had this night Oh, the arcade lights are on, boys, the arcade lights are on Out of season, out of reason, we're playing till the dawn Pinball bells and neon glow, nobody here but us Four tired hearts and a high score, that's enough The arcade lights are on The arcade lights are on The arcade lights are on