Torn Ticket Laughs

(hummmmm) I'm running on a moving walkway Underneath the holding terminal sign

And you only call when it's late Why do we keep wasting

time?

Fluorescent lights flicker above the steel floor

I find a torn ticket stub inside my pocket

You laugh way too loud at a joke I ignored

Then the line goes dead

and you drop it And the terminal is empty now

Just the echo of my shoes on the ground (ooh)

I'm running on a moving walkway Underneath the holding terminal sign

And you only call when it's late Why do we keep wasting

time?

Your voice is static,

a three-second delay

I stare at the boarding gate signs

in the dark

Nothing left to lose,

nothing left to say You left your name but you didn't leave

a mark

Just a torn ticket stub

In an empty hall

(going quiet)