Coffee pot is humming low
Rain is hitting window slow
I step out to clear my head
Where the porch light glow is spread
Thunder rolls across the hill
Everything is standing still
One small thing is shaking there
Hanging in the humid air
Pale wing static in the wood
I would save you if I could
Tangled in a cedar beam
Caught inside a silver dream
Grease is sticking to my skin
Let the midnight shift begin
You are beating on the door
Falling to the painted floor
Thunder rolls across the hill
Everything is standing still
One small thing is shaking there
Hanging in the humid air
Pale wing static in the wood
I would save you if I could
Tangled in a cedar beam
Caught inside a silver dream
White as flour on a plate
Trying hard to fight your fate
Tiny legs are locking tight
Looking for a different light
I use a napkin from the tray
Gently push the rain away
Lift you from the splintered pine
For a second you are mine
Pale wing static in the wood
I would save you if I could
Tangled in a cedar beam
Caught inside a silver dream
Open up the screen and let
The heavy summer wind be set
You fly off to find the moon
Gone away a bit too soon
Pale wing static in the wood
I would save you if I could
Tangled in a cedar beam
Caught inside a silver dream
Just a little bit of light.
Now you're gone into the night.
