how come
at the punk rock show
no one’s on their phone while the bands are thrashing
no one’s talking
it’s all moshing
how come
at the punk rock show
when dude’s glasses get tossed off
in the mosh
someone’s there to see them fall
and another one’s there to pick them up
off the floor, between stomping feet
and somehow, hand by hand
through the pit
they get returned right back to the man
how come
at the punk rock show
everyone knows everyone
different towns, different scene, it doesn’t matter
members of the first and second bands right up front
singing the lyrics of the final act
in unison
how come
at the punk rock show
the entire first song of the third band
has their mic vocals off
their wide open mouths moving, belting, screaming, singing
in total silence
til the sound tech finally makes it known to them
half way through
but the band just keeps playing
just shrugs their shoulders
points to the crowd
like do they care
which just moshes onward
carried along by the thundering hardcore
how come
at the punk rock show it’s like
no thanks man, i don’t need another drink
i just need one more song one more set
just need this frantic beautiful energy for one more life
just need the music in both ears
straight to the heart
heat flow 