The Western Front - Brooks Was Here (So Was Red) Lyrics

Is that lightning or is a streetlight going out
It doesn't matter; it will rain here soon anyway
I coast down the hill on the slippery sidewalk
The lights of Portland off in the distance
As if lightning bugs swarmed

Duck and turn off the flashlight when cars drive by
We'll mark the highway rock tonight
We'll leave our names for passersby

Sprinklers automatic drench my right shoes and drown my good mood
I am a silhouette-man, made from headlight racing, softly shaking
Pull my hood string quick and cause my hair to slide down over
The tops of my eyes
Like bundled straw tied tight
And twitching with the wind

Duck and turn off the flashlight when cars drive by
We'll mark the highway rock tonight
We'll leave our names for passersby

I step off the walk for a second
Into the wet grass and instantly I'm back
At night
Legs running and shoes muddy
Friends laughing
Unpacking
Erasing
Throw a bottle filled with rocks
Try to reach the parking lot
Or the steps to the co-op
It's all in how you use your arm
And to the winner, throw your hands in the air
The streetlight is your spotlight

Black for the letters
White for the background

Duck and turn off the flashlight when cars drive by
We'll mark the highway rock tonight
We'll leave our names for passersby