Last-Call Reflection

Ten cases of spring water stacked by the door Red light turning

green on the avenue floor

Under the fluorescent lights in a bad mirror frame I can still

hear you calling out my name At the last-call coat check,

saying goodbye Underneath the heavy city sky

(ooh yeah)

Selling cold bottles to the cars in the queue Replaying your voicemail

from half-past-two

Just a static voice through a broken screen In the yellow glow

of a digital machine

I'm buttoning my jacket,

stepping outside Left my keys on the counter with my pride One

more glance in the glass,

then I run

Under the fluorescent lights in a bad mirror frame I can still

hear you calling out my name At the last-call coat check,

saying goodbye

Underneath the heavy city sky

Traffic is crawled back all the way to the bridge I keep

your old coat hangers empty on the ridge And the bad lighting

shows every line on my face Trying to find a trace of

your embrace (ahhhh)

"You have one

unheard message..." I hand over the change

Everything we had feels so suddenly strange

At the coat check

goodbye (goodbye)

Ten cases of spring water,

gone with the light

Last-call elegance fades into night

In the bad mirror,

I find my way home