Plastic Toast

High-rise rain on the glass tonight We're raising plastic cups under dim-lit

light (oh-oh-oh)

Letting go of the weight we keep inside

She wiped the counter down and didn't have to ask

Just poured the usual into a paper flask

Now on the late train with her headphones on

Nodding along to some forgotten song

And we're climbing past the

twenty-first floor Looking for

something we didn't know we

wanted more

High-rise rain on the glass tonight We're raising plastic cups under dim-lit

light (oh-oh-oh) Letting go of the weight we keep inside

He watches headlamps blur like embers in the dark

Commuters heading home to some

quiet park

But they make eye contact and share a silent toast

Sometimes the strangers are the ones who help the most

But then she takes the headphones off to say

She's leaving this city tomorrow day

Moving out west where the sky is clear

No more rainy shifts or lonely platforms here

High-rise rain on the glass tonight We're raising plastic cups under dim-lit

light (one last time) Letting go of the weight we keep inside