Track 4 of the EP Clipboard Man Is Watching · 2024
Sweeping Up the Empty Stadium
“Game's over and everybody's gone home but me and a broom. The loneliest fun I ever had.”
punk · punk · working-kid punk · 3:01
Lyrics
Game's been over for an hour Everybody's gone home I'm the kid with the big gray broom And the whole place is my own Paper cups and foam fingers Rolling down the aisle I climb up to the top row seats And I sit there for a while Nobody here but me Nobody here but me Sweeping up the empty stadium Singing to the empty seats Sweeping up the empty stadium Stomping to my own heartbeat Lights are low, the field is wide I'm the loudest thing in sight Sweeping up the empty stadium Playing for the night Found a drum stick on the bleachers Found a flag by the gate Found a shoe that lost its partner Found a ticket marked too late I tap the rail like a snare drum The echo answers back Three chords and a push broom That's my whole attack Nobody here but me Nobody here but me Sweeping up the empty stadium Singing to the empty seats Sweeping up the empty stadium Stomping to my own heartbeat Lights are low, the field is wide I'm the loudest thing in sight Sweeping up the empty stadium Playing for the night Hey, hey, hey Fifty thousand ghosts are cheering Hey, hey, hey And I'm cheering back at them Hey, hey, hey Somebody has to sing it When the crowd goes home again The night guard waves his flashlight He hums along off key He says the janitor's a rock star And I say yeah, that's me We lock the gates at midnight The echo stays behind Next time they fill these bleachers I'll remember I was first in line Sweeping up the empty stadium Singing to the empty seats Sweeping up the empty stadium Stomping to my own heartbeat Lights are low, the field is wide I'm the loudest thing in sight Sweeping up the empty stadium Playing for the night Nobody here but me Nobody here but me Nobody here but me