I hold the pulse of this wet street
Where oil and rain and rubber meet
I feel the hum of a distant call
Against the brick of a narrow wall
Copper wire blue in the midnight haze
Lost in the grid of a city maze
I catch the words that you never said
Running like gold through a silver thread
A man in gray with a heavy tool
He treats the line like a golden rule
He checks the box in the damp cold air
While city ghosts give a vacant stare
He wipes the grease from a rusted plate
He doesn't know that the hour is late
He hums a tune from a diner floor
While wind comes knocking at a metal door
Copper wire blue in the midnight haze
Lost in the grid of a city maze
I catch the words that you never said
Running like gold through a silver thread
Solder the joint and tighten the screw
Wait for the spark to turn into true
One little click and the circuit is tight
Breaking the skin of a velvet night
The coffee steam hits the frozen glass
Watching the late night taxi cabs pass
The repairman sighs as he packs his gear
Leaving the hum for the world to hear
Copper wire blue in the midnight haze
Lost in the grid of a city maze
I catch the words that you never said
Running like gold through a silver thread
Copper wire blue
Copper wire blue
Just a silver thread
Copper wire blue
