Plastic Toast

(tick-tock) Two AM in the high-rise lobby

Asking where the main road goes

While the plastic cup is dripping

And the fridge note still shows

Plastic toast to a stranger's name

Falling rain against the pane

Show me the way,

I'm spinning in the dark (yeah,

yeah) Leave a little note,

leave a little mark

Raise a cup high,

we are losing our place

Rain keeps falling on a stranger's face

Sticky paper on the steel door

Never moving, staying tight

We are looking for a marker

In the middle of the night

Show me the way,

I'm spinning in the dark (yeah,

yeah) Leave a little note,

leave a little mark

Raise a cup high,

we are losing our place

Rain keeps falling on a stranger's face

Lost inside the lobby

(plastic toast)