Summer Streak

Take the red line home
Find a seat beneath the window
Pass the same four hundred streetlights
Watch the city streak by
Take the red line home
Every dark night for a year now
Pass the same four hundred streetlights
Since that ancient first July
The red line makes a circle
Right around the city center
If you miss your stop a few more times, you'll see it all again
The same four hundred streetlights
And the same four thousand heartbeats
And the same four million deadlines you'll find ways to extend
Oh, you'll see it all again
Oh, you'll see it all again
I lie beneath the layered lines
Of twenty-two recent Julys
Still shifting weight above me
Open tabs just out of reach
Hear the clatter of your keys
A small July across the sea
A game I swore had ended on another losing streak
The red line makes a circle
And we should be getting off now
But the window pane has caught your breath
I need to write this down
And the same four dozen stop signs
And the same four million Julys
And the same singular set of tracks can't lead you out of town
Oh, you'll see it all again
Oh, you'll see it all again
Oh, you'll see it all again

Let the red line take you home
The stop is slipping past the window
Pull the lever, it is waiting on the far side of the car
Cut the circle of the red line
Taste the air outside the window
Let the streetlights finally stand still