Cold steel on a wet concrete floor
Right by a sliding glass door
Black keys in a row like a fence
Smeared ink makes the midnight feel dense
Blue light drips down on the chrome
Far from a harbor or home
Water fills up every crack
Wait for the carriage to snap back
Type on a page made of glass
Watch all the city lights pass
Steel on the ribbon of red
Words that the ghost never said
Pink glare from a vending machine
Lighting a lonely old scene
Paper is damp from the spray
Turning the white into gray
Blue light drips down on the chrome
Far from a harbor or home
Water fills up every crack
Wait for the carriage to snap back
Type on a page made of glass
Watch all the city lights pass
Steel on the ribbon of red
Words that the ghost never said
Oil slicks look like rainbows in rain
Washing the salt from the stain
Letters are stuck in a jam
Caught in a digital dam
Type on a page made of glass
Watch all the city lights pass
Steel on the ribbon of red
Words that the ghost never said
Taxis go by in a blur
Making a low yellow purr
Metal is heavy and cold
Stories that never were told
Type on a page made of glass
Watch all the city lights pass
Steel on the ribbon of red
Words that the ghost never said
One final strike of the key
Lost in a concrete blue sea
Wink of a lamp in the haze
Ending the midnight-blue maze
Ink and electric.
Click-clack, ring-ding.
Just let it ring.