Static Signal

The glass is cold against my face

These empty streets, a quiet space

The traffic hums a single line

We try to outrun the design

And the signal

blinks in red

For everything we

never said

Under the silver mercury arc

We trace the outlines of the dark

A signal cutting through the grey

Before it fades and slips away

A paper map we cannot read

Accelerating past the need

The headlamps paint the pavement blue

There is no path to carry through

We listen to the static hiss

To find a moment we might miss

Under the silver mercury arc

We trace the outlines of the dark

A signal cutting through the grey

Before it fades and slips away

Before it slips away...