Three a.m. in a vinyl seat
Where the highway and the hunger meet
One wet page on a Formica top
Where the midnight bus is forced to stop
It is a letter humming in the blue
Written by a ghost who once knew you
Torn edges and a smudge of charcoal grey
Holding all the things they couldn't say
Two strangers share a sugar pour
Watching headlights hit the diner door
One holds a camera with a cracked lens
Tracing where the broken highway bends
It is a letter humming in the blue
Written by a ghost who once knew you
Torn edges and a smudge of charcoal grey
Holding all the things they couldn't say
Silver spoons and a pot of black brew
Counting minutes until the sky turns blue
A handwritten map of a distant town
Where the heavy summer rain comes pouring down
It is a letter humming in the blue
Written by a ghost who once knew you
Torn edges and a smudge of charcoal grey
Holding all the things they couldn't say
One takes a snapshot of the damp ink
While the neon coffee machine starts to blink
They don't speak a word but they feel the weight
Of a message that arrived a decade late
The engine idles in the gravel lot
The coffee in the ceramic cup is hot
A sudden spark in a quiet, lonely space
Looking at the lines of a stranger's face
Fold the paper and slide it out of sight
Before the morning kills the velvet night
The camera clicks and the shutter closes fast
Saving a moment that was never meant to last
It is a letter humming in the blue
Written by a ghost who once knew you
Torn edges and a smudge of charcoal grey
Holding all the things they couldn't say
Ink and coffee steam.
Just a paper dream.
Humming in the blue.
