Water Till Morning

One glass of water,

please.

And I'll call it a night

Underneath the window sill

Where the blue hour light

Makes the world seem small and still

The ice cubes melt in a plastic cup

I watch the evening train fill up

Condensation trails on the window pane

Just another quiet trip in the rain

Ticket stub folded in my palm Outside the city is letting go

And the hum of the tracks keeps me calm (keeps me calm)

And I'll call it a night

Underneath the window sill

Where the blue hour light

Makes the world seem small and still

Conductor walks past the empty row

Yellow streetlights start to glow

Two more stops until my street

Rain drumming out a steady beat

(a-a-all

a night)

Beside the train window

In the blue hour light... (shhhhh)