Jens Lekman - Postcard #24 lyrics

June 14th, 2015 Walking home from work through the orange glow of a Friday night No time at all to catch, chewing on a licorice pie I just finished a couple of mixes Had a chat with my old man Tried to sample that wonderful sound that comes when you crush A beer can From afar I heard a song I knew from back in the day Dave Grohl's voice came from the stadium just a few blocks away Then it went silent, I head him announce he had broken his leg Someone should have told him not take that phrase "Break a leg" Quiet so literally But he kept going diligently, I'll give him that And the city was full of giddy, forty-year-old rocker dads Pissing in corners and singing "My Hero" I almost stepped on a guy who was pa**ed out in a sombrero Couple blocks north, the crowd cleared out In an intersection someone looked up and gave me a shout A pizza delivery guy had crashed his bike I helped him up and as a thank you he gave me a slice I decided to take an alternate route due to construction In the clear, dark sky I saw Jupiter's position There was a blackout for several blocks I put a letter in a post box addressed to myself in some future rendition I made a beeline over the cemetery And read all the names A golden fox dropped a rose on somebody's grave Not such a strange vision, tonight is magical realism So we'll mention the mystic like we mention the mundane There's something 'bout these early summer nights Walking home through the city makes me feel like I'm in a movie All the happy people, all the bright lights The first stadium show of the year The smell of hot dogs and spilled beer The church bell strikes midnight But the magic doesn't disappear