Summer Stage - The Walkmen

Walk me to the train as the asphalt turns to sun

As the treetops dance I can hear them sighing

I can see your friends in a backyard, drinking loud

I can hear them talk in the summer, long ago

Picture us laying out in the sun

Soon it’s gone in the grass

Feel your face with …

Thinking to myself, why don’t we go dancing

I’ll bet there’s a place we can find still open

Picture us in a pool in the dark

Up for air, swimming sun

Hear us splash, head up back down

Drops of rain are dots across my windshield through the steam

When the clouds cleared up

We got stuck but we didn’t care

Picture us all aboard, sailing soft

It was blue as the sky

And they do just like you