2:27-2:29

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Two people slow-dance in a dark kitchen at 2:27 a.m. to a passing freight train, its horn coming in like a chorus at every crossing.

Lyrics

[Intro]
[Brushed snare train beat]

[Verse 1]
Two-twenty-seven, nightlight,
your head beneath my chin, the kitchen blinds drawn in.
your bare feet on mine, held tight,
and no one's reached to turn the radio on.

[Chorus]
Leave the radio alone,
there's a freight train keeping time for me and you,
thumpity thump, all our own,
the horn for a chorus, coming in on cue.

[Verse 2]
The car keys where they were thrown,
two mugs on the table, neither touched since four,
your phone face-down on the stone,
a coat still buttoned on the chair by the door.

[Chorus]
Leave the radio alone,
there's a freight train keeping time for me and you,
thumpity thump, all our own,
the horn for a chorus, coming in on cue.

[Verse 3]
The horn blows long, long, short, long,
at the cotton gin, again down by the mill,
each one farther, not as strong,
the water trembling in a glass on the sill.

[Instrumental Interlude]
[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Then the last car's rattle quits,

[False Ending]

[Bridge - Quiet]
and the house goes still, like water in a glass,
but neither of us admits
we're swaying to a train that's already passed.

[Final Chorus - Major Key]
Leave the radio alone,
there is nothing keeping time for me and you,
no thumpity, all our own,
no horn for a chorus, and we're still on cue.

[Outro]
Two-twenty-nine, the nightlight,
and no one's reached to turn the radio on.

[Spoken]
Two-twenty-seven to two-twenty-nine,
prime time for a dance with mine.

[Distant Train Horn]
[End]

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