Grey asphalt burns under a moon
The midnight wind hums a low tune
A moth lands soft by the gas pump
The heavy engine gives a thump
He stands there in a nylon vest
The humming light puts him to test
A tiny ghost on a cold glass pane
Waiting for the coming of rain
Pale wing glow in the electric white
Holding on through the hollow night
Small white wings in a humming haze
Lost inside of a humming maze
He wipes the oil from a steel rim
The distant headlights look dim and slim
The creature shakes its dusty frame
A flicker playing a dangerous game
He stands there in a nylon vest
The humming light puts him to test
A tiny ghost on a cold glass pane
Waiting for the coming of rain
Pale wing glow in the electric white
Holding on through the hollow night
Small white wings in a humming haze
Lost inside of a humming maze
A trucker stops for a black coffee
The air is thick and the wind is choppy
The man looks down at the fragile thing
A sudden beat of a paper wing
One soft touch of a calloused hand
Two strange souls in a desert land
The buzz of power the smell of gas
Watching the lonely minutes pass
Pale wing glow in the electric white
Holding on through the hollow night
Small white wings in a humming haze
Lost inside of a humming maze
He lifts the moth to the open air
A sudden break from the static glare
It flies away to the velvet black
Across the road and it won't look back
Pale wing glow in the electric white
Holding on through the hollow night
Small white wings in a humming haze
Lost inside of a humming maze
Pale wing glow
Pale wing glow
Just a ghost in the glow
