it was sunday night again. the gang's all here. the music is right. the candles are lit. the drinks go down down down.
pick up a punk rock jam out across the street. the girls are upstairs doing god knows what. the boys sweat downtown funk.
in the stairwell the light is blue blue darling. i see your face up at the stop of the stairs with a vagabond smirk.
it's another round for the gang because sunrise is far enough away.
