Parking Wiper Blues

(hmmmm) There's a slip of orange paper tucked under the blade

A little fine for the memories we made

Got a three-minute voice note from my cousin again

Talk-singing about how the good times end

She turned the volume up past polite

By a sink full of dishes in the fading light

Underneath the buzz of the truck-stop neon sign

Buying shower tokens, waiting in line

Oh,

we're washing away

the dust of the road

Under the pale glow where the heavy trucks go

Yeah, we're finding our peace in a temporary space With a song

in the dark and a smile on our face

And the plates are still soaking in someone else's suds

We're just passing through,

chasing the floods Of the highway static

and the late-night breeze (yeah)

Just a parking ticket

and a voice-note line

Shower token glow,

we're doing fine (hmmm)