Breakroom Glow

Under the fluorescent green

We're fading on a half-charged screen

You left me waiting at the terminal light I'm asking for directions

in the middle of the night

It's two AM,

the break room's quiet and cold

The vending machine casting a blue-tinted gold

I ask a passing stranger which way to the train

While my phone sits face down,

ignoring the rain

That little red light on the power bank glows

Waiting on a call that nobody knows (yeah,

yeah)

Under the fluorescent green

We're fading on a half-charged screen

You left me waiting at the terminal light I'm asking for directions

in the middle of the night

I bought a bitter coffee,

watched the plastic cup fill

Another hour passing while the city

is still

Your battery is dying

and my hope is too

Just a tourist in the corner staring at the blue Still looking

for directions... (asking for a way home) On a half-charged screen

In the break-room glow