Porch Light Reckoning

Rain hits the high-rise glass

The lobby is empty at last

Across the street through the gray

You're throwing the map away (spinning round)

That brass key in my hand

No door left to command

But your porch light is on

Waiting for the dawn

Dance like the cameras are broken and cold Break every rule that

the shift-change has told Under the light where the wild secrets grow

(let it go!)

Two AM, the shift has turned

No bridges left to be burned

You twist and you spin in the wet

A picture I'll never forget (yeah!)

Keep holding that key