[Intro: brass stab, spoken female, then group count in] Monday New coat Big meeting Hana, dul, set, net [Verse 1] Seven fifty, King and Bay, a brand new coat in red Got my song in both my earbuds and a music video in my head Every footstep on the kick drum, every bus a backing track And the crossing light is counting down the bars, I don't look back Kind of quiet for a Monday, guess the whole town's running late More sidewalk for my close up, and honestly, that's great [Pre-Chorus: hushed] Then I step onto the subway grate And the train rolls in below And the whole street holds its breath Here it comes, here we go [Chorus: group answers] Wind machine (wind machine) Every grate on King Street blowing just for me Wind machine (Hana) Hair up, coat back, slow motion, can't you see Cue the lights, cue the crowd, cue the pigeons Wind machine, wind machine, hey (hey) [Verse 2] Streetcar doors slide open right exactly on the snare Tomas at the coffee cart throws a cup across the air And I catch it without looking like we did a hundred takes And the pigeons by the bank take off the second the beat breaks And a banker in a gray suit does my shoulder thing on cue And he doesn't even know it, and he does it better too [Pre-Chorus: hushed] Then I step onto the subway grate And the train rolls in below And the whole street holds its breath Here it comes, here we go [Chorus: group answers] Wind machine (wind machine) Every grate on King Street blowing just for me Wind machine (Hana) Hair up, coat back, slow motion, can't you see Cue the lights, cue the crowd, cue the pigeons Wind machine, wind machine, hey (hey) [Dance Break: brass and claps, group chants] Left (left) Right (right) Coat flip (hey) Turn (turn) Hana (Hana) One more time (hey) [Verse 3] Bay and Front, the tower, and I swipe my badge, it beeps And the lobby's dark and empty and the fountain is asleep Mister Osei at the front desk looks up from his crossword page And he lowers his reading glasses like I'm walking on a stage [Stop: beat cuts out, spoken male security guard] Hana It's Saturday [Spoken female] Okay Take two [Final Chorus: key change, group answers] Wind machine (wind machine) Every grate on King Street blowing just for me Wind machine (Hana) Same coat, same hair, walk it back to brunch, can't you see Cue the lights, cue the crowd, cue the pigeons Wind machine, wind machine, hey (hey) [Outro: brass stab, spoken female] Cut That's a wrap Brunch
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