Balcony Signal

(mmmmm) Thrift-store mirror catching the glare A green dot glowing on the screen

over there

You're still online waiting for the ring While the freeway hums its

heavy metal thing

On a balcony

high above the concrete stream Chasing the static of a faded dream

Oh, the call is not coming tonight Just the headlight parade in

the dim city light

Underneath the streets where the brass horns blow We carry the grand

design, soft and low

(yeah, soft and low)

Subway busker playing for the ghosts

Of the people who needed the very most A dollar in the

case, a shadow on the wall While you watch the phone,

waiting on the call But the lines are silent,

the night is deep

And the city

promises nothing to keep

Oh, the call is not coming tonight Just the headlight parade in

the dim city light Underneath the streets where the brass horns blow

We carry the grand design,

soft and low

(soft and low)

It's not coming... (no,

it's not)