Some Weekend Night - The Stands

The card on the table have changed

The ones who have left can’t be traced

But all who are here can be trusted to not say a thing

The doorways tonight hold the ones

Who’ve taken to being undone

And lust for the love of all the ones who won’t mean a thing

But it’s alright

It’s so alright

To be without

The lost and founds

Of some weekend night

The last wheel to spin for to turn

Has put down a blanket and yearns

For the sigh that was spun from its wheelspinning trickle of light

But it’s alright

It’s so alright

It’s so alright