Disco Kroger: Last Dance on Pharr Road

Lyrics

Yeah... two A.M.
The beat's still in my feet.
But the night's not over.
Not on Pharr Road.

The doors of Tongue & Groove slide shut behind us.
Streetlights paint the asphalt wet.
And right across the way, the beacon calls.
A fluorescent kind of heaven, a different kind of set.
My shoes are still sticky from the floor over there.
Sequins catching in the automatic door's glare.
From the strobe light to the aisle light, what a shock.
Still buzzing from the bass drop.

This is the last dance, under the grocery store glow.
Pushing my cart down the checkout lane, nice and slow.
Yeah, the last dance, from the party to the produce aisle.
Got glitter on the linoleum, dancing with a frozen food smile.
This ain't the club, but the rhythm's in my soul.
One more spin before we lose control.
The Disco Kroger fever, honey, you know the scene.

There's a girl in a silver dress by the Gatorade.
A guy in a velvet jacket, looking unafraid.
We nod, a silent tribe of the after-hours.
Picking out the bread and milk among the plastic flowers.
My shopping list is just a rhythm in my head.
A bag of chips, some aspirin for the morning dread.
The cashier doesn't even blink an eye.
Just another angel learning how to fly.

This is the last dance, under the grocery store glow.
Pushing my cart down the checkout lane, nice and slow.
Yeah, the last dance, from the party to the produce aisle.
Got glitter on the linoleum, dancing with a frozen food smile.
This ain't the club, but the rhythm's in my soul.
One more spin before we lose control.
The Disco Kroger fever, honey, you know the scene.

The hum of the freezers is a baseline now.
The beep of the scanner is the hi-hat, somehow.
We left the dance floor, but the dance floor followed us here.
In the cold cuts section, we conquer the fear.
Of the sun coming up, of the music ending.
On Pharr Road tonight, we're just pretending.
Pretending the party never has to stop.

This is the last dance, under the grocery store glow!
Pushing my cart down the checkout lane, don't you know!
Yeah, the last dance, from the party to the produce aisle!
Got glitter on the linoleum, dancing with a frozen food smile!
This ain't the club, but the rhythm's in my soul!
One more spin before we lose control!
The Disco Kroger fever, honey, a Buckhead dream!

Glitter on the checkout belt.
Yeah.
Squeaky wheel on the shopping cart.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The lights of Pharr Road.
Goodnight, Tongue & Groove.
Goodnight...