Speaker Died First

Speaker Died First

Speaker died first, we kept the track
Speaker died first, hands brought it back
The battery died and the beat moved into our hands
Speaker died first; we became the band

Rooftop level seven
Portable speaker by the rail
Rush hour glowing underneath us
Every horn becomes a trail
You kick off your shoes and laugh
I turn the little speaker high
For ten good minutes this gray garage
Feels wider than the evening sky

We don't need a perfect room
We need one reason not to leave

Speaker died first, we kept the track
Speaker died first, hands brought it back
The battery died and the beat moved into our hands
Speaker died first; we became the band

Battery hits one percent
Speaker coughs and loses sound
Couple near the elevator
Starts clapping out the beat somehow
Then three strangers join the rhythm
We keep moving without a track
Funny how the thing we thought we needed
Was the first thing we could give back

Portable speaker blinking red
One last bar, then nothing but air
The battery died and the beat moved into our hands
And strangers kept it alive up there

Speaker died first, no battery left
Speaker died first, still catching breath
The music quit first; we carried every hour in our hands
Speaker died first; we became the band

Speaker Died First

Speaker Died First