Week and End

My phone says seven My body says no The elevator's taking The scenic route again Somebody's laughing Three floors below I don't know the joke But I like how it ends Got a pocket full of receipts And a song with a missing beat I keep tapping on the glass Till the traffic taps back Green light, red light Everybody's in a line I take one step sideways And somehow I'm on time Week and end Week and end Put a little space Where the words should bend Week and end Round again I don't need a finish line To know where I've been One, two, miss a beat Three, four, find my feet Week and end Week and end Let it turn, let it spin Same old street Different feet Same old clock Different beat Week and end Week and end There's a man in a window Watering plastic leaves A girl in a yellow coat Dancing with her keys I bought a magazine For a headline I forgot Now it's holding up the table At a place I like a lot The city keeps its rhythm Even when it gets it wrong Someone drops a shopping bag And the oranges roll along Green light, red light Everybody's in a line I take one step sideways And somehow I'm on time Week and end Week and end Put a little space Where the words should bend Week and end Round again I don't need a finish line To know where I've been One, two, miss a beat Three, four, find my feet Week and end Week and end Let it turn, let it spin If you ask me what day it is I'll probably get it wrong There's a little tune inside my head That doesn't know the song I could count the hours I could count the days Or count the tiny moments That keep getting in the way Week and end Week and end Put a little space Where the words should bend Week and end Round again Every little wrong turn Has a way of fitting in One, two, miss a beat Three, four, find my feet Week and end Week and end Let it turn, let it spin Same old street Different feet Same old clock Different beat Week and end