Half-Charged Goodbye
A half-charged power bank,
a fading blue screen
Your old number has a brand new name I've
never seen
They're toasting with a plastic cup,
high above the wheels
Underneath the yellow glow of how a night bus feels
And the fogged-up windows hide the truck-stop glamour lights
Trading shower tokens for a couple of quiet nights
Oh, we're tracing out the outlines in the dust
Living on the margins and a little bit of trust (ooh-ooh) Where
the neon of the diesel sign is all we need to see
Just another stranger holding onto memory
Two dollars for the water,
five minutes for the steam
Standing in the concrete stalls of an old highway dream
They called your name out loud,
but it wasn't you who spoke
Just another traveler in a heavy woolen coat
Just a plastic cup toast...
On a night bus rolling home...