Flicker Under Oak Street

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Under the flicker of a broken sign

We talk of trains we never rode But you're reading my mind

Passed the row of old thrift store mirrors

And saw myself looking too close

You poured the usual with the shaker

And named a town out on the coast

We both knew we'd never go there

But it sounded sweet in the cold air

And you smiled like you owned the key

To a place we'd never see (yeah)

Under the flicker of a broken sign

We talk of trains we never rode But you're reading my mind (oh-oh-oh)

Your apron's dusty from the counter

My coat is wet from the street

You slide the glass across the oak top

To keep our little secret sweet

Another day in the reflection

Of someone else's old collection

Under the flicker of a broken sign

We talk of trains we never rode But you're reading my mind

(yeah, yeah)

Just a flicker in the glass (just a flicker)