The maple leaves are turning silver side up A warm wind rattles an empty cup You are staring out through the rusty screen Looking for a place you have never been I watch the static build in your hair I keep my distance and I pull up a chair We are waiting for the rain to break the heat But the water never washes down this street You are a long dirt road I cannot drive I am just sitting here keeping it alive Yeah, sitting here keeping it alive The radio spits out a crackle of noise I watch you pack away your favorite toys The pressure drops and the floorboards creak We sit in the kitchen but we do not speak You trace a circle on the dusty glass... Watching the dark front rolling past... Rolling past... It's rolling past! Can you feel the pressure? The static in the room! The static in your hair! The storm is coming but it never breaks! The first drops hit the corrugated tin You pull your sweater up around your chin You pick up your bag and you turn the key Never looking back to the porch or me I listen to the engine slowly fade Sitting in the mess that the summer made We are waiting for the rain to break the heat But the water never washes down this street You are a long dirt road I cannot drive I am just sitting here keeping it alive Yeah, sitting here keeping it alive Keeping it alive... Keeping it alive... Keeping it alive... Keeping it alive... Keeping it alive! Keeping it alive!
