Spare Key Street

(oh-oh,

yeah)

Under the fluorescent light

We try to get the story right

But there's a phantom in the modern grind (ooh-ooh)

It's two AM, the shift is changing fast

He's holding print-out maps that never last

Asking for directions to the shore

I point him left but he wants something more

He parked his rental where he said he wouldn't stay

Right by the lobby glass,

blocking up the way

And on my counter sits a shiny silver ring

A spare key to a room I never did

bring in

And the tension starts to build and rise

Caught beneath the late-night tired eyes (nowhere to hide)

Under the fluorescent light

We try to get the story right

But there's a phantom in the modern grind (ooh-ooh)

Just a ghost in the gig-economy line

Trading away your sleep for my time (trading my time)

Still parked outside Under the light

(ghost in the machine)