On the Ledge
(coughing) I'm sitting on the metal edge,
right by the fan
Oh, I almost hit send again Hovering over the glass and the
ink
Three songs on the opener's stage And I'm still on the brink
The gig-economy pays the rent in dimes
I played to fifteen people,
mostly checking times
HVAC units humming in the cold night air
Got your draft open,
but you are never there
I'm the opener who got three tracks
Trying to ignore the cold hard facts
Oh, I almost hit send again Hovering over the glass and the
ink
Three songs on the opener's stage And I'm still on the brink
Deliveries arriving down on the street
While I'm freezing on the ledge in the heavy heat
Ghost in the machine,
just waiting on a sign
One thumb twitching right on the line
Oh, I almost hit send again Hovering over the glass and the
ink
Three songs on the opener's stage And I'm still on the brink
(almost sent it...)