Odes to Poncey-Highland · Track 15 · middle
Last Call on Ponce
The late-night soul of the avenue — the neon, the dive-bar crawl, the all-night diners, the after-hours camaraderie; Ponce at 2 AM and nobody wants to go home.
Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, let's keep it going. [Verse 1] The Plaza drops a ruby glow across the glass Watching all the midnight cruisers rolling past Down into the basement where the jukebox hums Living for the minute that the weekend comes Underneath the radio tower's flashing red We got a whole lot of city out ahead [Pre-Chorus] The skyline's supposed to sleep, but we refuse Got nothing in this velvet night to lose [Chorus] Oh, it’s last call on Ponce, but nobody’s leaving The neon is buzzing, the sidewalks are breathing Hold up a glass to the beautiful strange From the lounge to the diner, we’re keeping the change Yeah, it’s last call on Ponce, and we're wide awake [Verse 2] Slide into a vinyl booth, the coffee's dark Carrying the rhythm beating in your heart Since 1929, "Food That Pleases" glowing on the sign Getting eggs at 2 AM will settle your mind Hear the dishes clattering and the stories loud Just another Friday swimming in the late night crowd [Pre-Chorus] The skyline's supposed to sleep, but we refuse Got nothing in this velvet night to lose [Chorus] Oh, it’s last call on Ponce, but nobody’s leaving The neon is buzzing, the sidewalks are breathing Hold up a glass to the beautiful strange From the lounge to the diner, we’re keeping the change Yeah, it’s last call on Ponce, and we're wide awake [Bridge] We got the night owls and the freaks Dancing out the heavy of the week Spilling out into the humid air Without a single solitary care Just following the taillights down the road To see exactly where the stories fold [Chorus] Oh, it’s last call on Ponce, but nobody’s leaving The neon is buzzing, the sidewalks are breathing Hold up a glass to the beautiful strange From the lounge to the diner, we’re keeping the change Yeah, it’s last call on Ponce, and we're wide awake [Outro] So leave the tab open Walking down Ponce Under the glowing marquee We'll get some sleep tomorrow Or maybe just whenever the sun comes all the way up