Tape Kisses

(sound of rustling old magazines) (cell phone key clicks)

"Hey... I'm just sitting here in this lobby.

Staring at these old magazines,

waiting." Out on the blacktop under the heat wave Kid selling ice-cold

water, trying to behave Heavy plastic bottles in a cardboard box Dodging

the bumpers, watching the clocks (yeah) He unlocks the screen,

types a line Almost hits send but he runs out of time

Drafts in the folder that never leave the phone Standing in the

crowd but you're working all alone

Yeah, you're working all alone

We are waiting on a sign on the boulevard Trying to make

a dollar when the times are hard (so hard) Keep the message

close, never let it send Staring at the ceiling till the night-shift

ends

Old pages turning, stories of some other lives While the engine idles

and the sun survives He holds the bottle up,

wipes the sweat away Same three words he wanted to say (almost

had it) But the light turns green,

the engines roar Back to the pavement,

back to the floor

Staring at these old magazines...

(almost hits send) (cell phone lock sound)