I hang high on a rusted beam.
Waking up from a plastic dream.
I blink red then I flicker gold.
Watching all of the night unfold.
I am the buzz in the midnight air.
A humming glow with a vacant stare.
Sucking juice from a dying wire.
Lighting up like a low-watt fire.
A kid stops with a glass lens eye.
Capturing me against the sky.
He wears boots made of duct tape grey.
Counting miles till the break of day.
I am the buzz in the midnight air.
A humming glow with a vacant stare.
Sucking juice from a dying wire.
Lighting up like a low-watt fire.
The motel porch is peeling white.
I cast a circle of heavy light.
The coffee pot is burnt and black.
A heavy bag and a nylon sack.
I am the buzz in the midnight air.
A humming glow with a vacant stare.
Sucking juice from a dying wire.
Lighting up like a low-watt fire.
The wind kicks up a sandy grit.
I shake a bit but I will not quit.
I see the buses roll on by.
Underneath a purple desert sky.
The voltage drops and I start to shake.
Waiting for the morning light to break.
One last spark in a humming line.
Everything is perfectly fine.
He clicks the shutter, saves the frame.
I don't even have a proper name.
Just a sign for a burger place.
Floating in this empty open space.
I am the buzz in the midnight air.
A humming glow with a vacant stare.
Sucking juice from a dying wire.
Lighting up like a low-watt fire.
Blink red, blink gold.
Watch the night unfold.
Buzzing pink light.
