Long Red Crosswalk

(mmm-hmm) Staring at the crosswalk,

light is frozen red I look into the mirror,

see a stranger's head instead They screenshot the history,

delete it from the screen Leaving only smoke rings where a promise

should have been

This heavy cotton hoodie still smells like yesterday

Just standing on the corner

as the colors fade to grey (fade to grey)

Closing time is calling,

key is in the lock Counting down the seconds on a rusty

wall clock I pull the hood up tighter to block out the

chill The chat is gone forever but the scent is lingering still

Oh, let the colors wash away!

(yeah, let them fade)

Just a lingering trace

of

smoke...