

(oooohh) (ahhhh) Standing on the edge of the empty overpass
Cold wind holding bottles of glass
No one is booking a room today
But you watch the door like it has to pay
In the streetlight harmony
Waiting on a debt they'll never pay
In the streetlight harmony
Watching the doors anyway
Spa
hallway quiet and long
Selling the water,
hum of a song
Under the concrete arches of gray
We watch the hours fade away
In the streetlight harmony (oooohh)