Dust coats the speaker posts tonight
A silver screen holds no reflected light
The concession stand stays locked up tight
No double features play past midnight
Pale wings trace the screen's white frame
Where light once spelled a fleeing name
No engines rumble no voices claim
The moth returns to find the same
Faded stripes on ashen wing
Catch the glow that security lights bring
No Cadillac fins or chrome bumper ring
Just cricket song and cooling spring
Pale wings trace the screen's white frame
Where light once spelled a fleeing name
No engines rumble no voices claim
The moth returns to find the same
The snack bar window gapes like jaw
Popcorn scent faded long ago
She lands where teenage lovers swore
Initials carved in plaster row
Pale wings trace the screen's white frame
Where light once spelled a fleeing name
No engines rumble no voices claim
The moth returns to find the same
Dawn bleeds pink through torn screen holes
Warming scales on fragile poles
She lifts off where the highway rolls
A shade the morning light consoles
Pale wings trace the screen's white frame
Where light once spelled a fleeing name
No engines rumble no voices claim
The moth returns to find the same
Pale wings trace the screen's white frame
She owns the dark she owns the flame
