4:35am - Gemma Hayes

Driving so slow

Streets are empty as we go

Back over the canal

We’ve all had a long day and we’re going home

We all got big tears in our sides

And the city salt doesn’t help

But it sure cleans them out

In little coffee shops

And litte sidewalk cops

We’re the only ones awake

We’re the only ones that can’t stop

Driving, so slow

Streets are empty as we go