I left my jacket in the heat Someone else picked up the steam Shirts on chairs, the ceiling spins Plastic cups and sunburned skin You laugh once — then disappear I stay still and shift the gear mm-mm… oh yeah… The life says "back to work" But I keep dancing in my socks It’s the off season Nothing feels wrong It’s the off season But I still hum along mm-mm… no coat… no clock… One hand full of ice and keys Someone’s voice echoes down the breeze You left a note by the door Now we don’t need it anymore Off season… off season… Shoes off, world on mute We’re not lost… just off-route mm-mm… ohhh… let it loop
