Windmill

Split sidewalk underneath the green earth tracks Reclaimed city streets baked in southern heat A northern girl walks two blocks, I repeat Bugs, birds, bees, leaves talk as loud as any city street I traveled far and wide to see the music song that spoke to me Hang on, my friends We are almost home now Tell no one my true age, pretend to be legit and it's all okay Who's on 41? I can't get in but I stand outside and watch One song means everything, it's the only one that's gotten in my head Like a windmill turning free, wrap myself into your tiny seed Hang on, my friends We are almost home now Hang on, dear ones We are not so lost now I know every name, I know every face, every song on your mixtape Every band, 'cause they're all beat Different voice that you wanna meet Learned the number of the house party It's 555 Boulevard and it's happening Open the fence, I'll unlatch the gate, meet me There 'cause I heard that the party's great Hang on, my friends We are almost home now Hang on, dear ones We are not so lost now