Green Lights and Subtitles

Why race just to faceplant at finish lines?
Slow down to turtle speed, it’s more than fine
I’ll be the strings dancing at the station
Silver vinyl dials to the right

She sings don’t cry over spilt ranch and I do
She cries birkenbeau’s and I wear shoes
Sole-mates walking the sky and water, half blue
Standing on hands, landing gracefully
Colors and trash cans, I got spun around
In my head, if I fall – it’ll be years ‘til I hit ground
Bang bang

Volume turns up
Black and white translates to gray
Green lights and subtitles

Why lace just to nose dive at starting lines?
Get up to thunder speed, you’re more than fine
You’ll be the crowd snapping at the station
Golden vinyl dials to the left