Coffee steam on a cracked glass plate
Bus ticket says I cannot wait
Vinyl seat with a coffee stain
Watching headlights through the rain
I caught the glare of a copper ring
A heavy weight where the shadows cling
Tangled up in the booth's red fold
A piece of glass and a story told
Oh, the brass lens looks at the sky
Searching for a reason why
Pointing north to a distant star
Right here where the lonely are
Sleeve of denim and a camera roll
Searching for a way to feel whole
Three AM in a roadside booth
Looking for a jagged kind of truth
I caught the glare of a copper ring
A heavy weight where the shadows cling
Tangled up in the booth's red fold
A piece of glass and a story told
Oh, the brass lens looks at the sky
Searching for a reason why
Pointing north to a distant star
Right here where the lonely are
Old brass tubes in a velvet case
Mapping out a forgotten place
Screaming brakes on the midnight line
Counting miles by a highway sign
I twist the dial to bring it clear
The edge of town is finally near
No more running through the midnight dew
Just this lens and a shade of blue
Oh, the brass lens looks at the sky
Searching for a reason why
Pointing north to a distant star
Right here where the lonely are
Silver foil on a diner pie
Underneath a heavy purple sky
I pack my bag and I walk away
Waiting for the breaking of the day
Oh, the brass lens looks at the sky
Searching for a reason why
Pointing north to a distant star
Right here where the lonely are
Brass lens blue. Just a view.
Ride on home.
