The Kind of Noise You Can’t Turn Down

I'm riding home alone
It's just me and the ghost of Joey Ramone
Sometimes, when you snap in a cassette, you raise the dead
I watch the night come on like a TV
It was big and bright and star-filled and empty
Seeping through my eyes with visions of heavenly bodies
But the sun is gonna run right out of gas
In just about a billion years or so
In the meantime, I'll be walking to the bus stop
When the bars all close
So let's set our rusty chairs up in the yard
And watch our awful bodies fall apart
'Cause my ears are ringing out and over everything, a siren song
And I can't resist the music of your sundress as it hits the ground
It's the kind of noise you can't turn down