On a thursday afternoonnI can see the sun and moonnShadows strobe at 55nDash after dashnDash after linennTelephone poles keep the timenA rhythmic metronome of kindsnIt's the same beat as this songnAnd might just last a lifetime longnWhere hours can come and gonWhere hours can come and gonOn endnOnnnI saw the lightnSince dancing in the nightnWe played boxes like drumsnIn the carnnOn a thursday afternoonnWhen the wind begins to swoonnA sea of birdsnLike waves in flightnDash after dashn'Til out of sightnnAnd I saw the whitenSince dancing in the nightnWe played boxes like drumsnIn the carnnWe drove 7 thousandnMonths afarnWe played boxes like drumsnIn the carnnOn a thursday afternoonnI can see the sun and moonnShadows strobe at 55nDash after dashnDash after linennOn a thursday afternoon (3xs)nDash after dashnDash after linennI saw the whitenSince dancing in the nightnWe played boxes like drumsnIn the car