Water Mercy

(hummmmm) Standing by the white line,

plastic bottle in his hand

Heat rising off the asphalt sand

He watches that door like it owes him a debt (hmmm)

There is a chapel off the highway

Quiet as the desert wind

Waiting for the world to

begin (ahhhh)

Red tail lights in the heavy haze

He counts the seconds of the green-light phase

Locked eyes through the dirty glass (hummmmm)