I keep my watch on a rusted beam
The asphalt glows with a chemical gleam
I shake the salt from my heavy wing
And listen to how the power lines sing
Under a buzzing electric glare
I find a pocket of frozen air
Waiting for clouds to cover the white
Safe in the hum of a plastic light
A red sedan cuts a jagged line
The oil spills out like a bitter wine
I hold my breath in a metal shed
While the humming wires spin a silver thread
Under a buzzing electric glare
I find a pocket of frozen air
Waiting for clouds to cover the white
Safe in the hum of a plastic light
The wind is sharp like a sailor's knife
I track the pulse of a different life
A tiny moth hits a glowing screen
The strangest sight that I've ever seen
Under a buzzing electric glare
I find a pocket of frozen air
Waiting for clouds to cover the white
Safe in the hum of a plastic light
The fog rolls in from the salty deep
The tired drivers fall fast asleep
I see the coast through the hazy gray
And wait for the gold of a winter day
I spread my reach for the open sky
Above the lot where the headlights lie
The storm is gone and the air is clear
The morning bell is the only thing I hear
Under a buzzing electric glare
I find a pocket of frozen air
Waiting for clouds to cover the white
Safe in the hum of a plastic light
Glass and gasoline.
I'm flying home.
Flying home.
