Lobby Rain Check

Rain washes down the high-rise glass

The security guard double-checks my pass

(scanning it twice) Underneath my headphones,

a quiet space

He turns his back to pack his keys

Stepping out into the rainy breeze

Alone in the lobby as the cold rain falls

Headphones on to drown out these empty walls

He leaves before

my song is done

(yeah, before the chorus ends)

Just like a passenger on a midnight train

Watching the windows collect the rain (ahhhh)