Four stops early
Plays a horn that belonged to a man he never met and feels responsible for it
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 9.8s
- length
- 4:09
- language
- En
lyrics
You got on at Cape Town station I watched you sway by the window glass I stayed by the rail at the corner And let one whole line of stops pass Your bag had a blue zip pocket My shoes kept time on the cracked old curb I told the driver, "Keep rolling" Then met you where the wet bricks curve You laughed at the late bell ringing I saw your hand near the chrome bar Four stops gone, then I found you Still walking like you knew where we are Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early We crossed by the spice shop doorway Past tins of tea and stacked-up pears Your sleeve brushed mine on the pavement While gulls cut sharp through the open air A minibus sighed at the junction The old clock blinked nine-seventeen You said, "That was a long ride home" I said, "I wanted the space between" Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early At the taxi rank near the bakery You slowed where the puddles held the sky I counted our steps on the pavement And watched your smile catch my eye Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early Four stops early