I'm pushing pins through the pavement
I'm adding days to the week
I feel the city sidewalk shake beneath me
While everyone sleeps
I'm spiking Punch & Judy sendoffs
With silver dollars I stole
From Michael's dresser somewhere back in Brooklyn
While he was out digging holes
I wrote the horse you rode in on a letter
To keep the focus off me, and make it stay there
To keep you guessing whil the shift change splits the streets
But I still can't sleep