The tables are gone at long last
The line through the door moves too fast
And I want to be where you'll go
Your buddies can't see what you know
You know
He's begging you for a day off
But the lines in the floor seem too soft
And I want to go where you'll be
But nobody knows what I see
The little sparks in the air
Trickle down and singe your hair
And they move so fast
They whistle past your ear
Until they crown
We're winding down