Rain On Windowpanes

(ahhhh) Fluorescent glow from the kitchen pane Tracing circles in the window condensation

and the rain

Just me and the hum of the old fridge

Stacking up thoughts I should have crossed like a bridge

When the streetlamps flicker down the avenue

And the cold air whispers what we always knew

We just drift along like smoke in the air

(like smoke in the air)

Now I'm sitting on the 3 AM local line

Headlights cutting through the mist of a forgotten time

Wet asphalt shining like a vinyl groove We keep moving but we

never really move

When the streetlamps flicker down the avenue

And the cold air whispers what we always knew

We just drift along like smoke in the air

(we drift away)

Drifting away... Just smoke in the cold air (hmmmm)