Track 4 of the EP People on Our Street · 2017
Gym Lights Down, One More Slow Song
“Paper stars, sagging streamers and one last slow dance. Lena played the sweetest chord of her life here.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · slow-dance jazz · 2:37
Lyrics
The gym lights hum and the streamers sag Paper stars on the basketball hoop Your corsage is wilting, my tie's a rag The floor is shining like a pool The band packs up but the DJ stays He plays one more for the last few of us I cross the floor in a hundred ways In my head, before I say a word Dance with me, the gym lights are going down One more slow song in this small hometown Sneakers squeak on the old wood floor Who needs more Dance with me, we're the last ones here Let the whole warm room disappear I'll remember this when I am grey The night we stayed The janitor leans on his broom and smiles He has seen this dance a thousand times We sway in the gold of the last few miles Of a night that never wants to end Outside the rain is on the buses Inside the song is slow and kind Take my hand, no one rushes us This is the one I'll keep in mind Dance with me, the gym lights are going down One more slow song in this small hometown Sneakers squeak on the old wood floor Who needs more Dance with me, we're the last ones here Let the whole warm room disappear I'll remember this when I am grey The night we stayed The night we stayed