Track Insight / Lyrics
A hum and a flicker, a glass-paneled glow,
Watching the world drift, steady and slow.
Rain-streaked windows, a watery sheen,
Counting the footsteps, unseen, between.
Chrome legs of washers in a rhythmic spin,
Another lost soul wandering in.
Head bowed low 'gainst the downpour's kiss,
Just another shadow, I can't dismiss.
Wet neon footsteps, passing me by,
Each one a story, beneath the grey sky.
Spinning and tumbling, a watery grace,
Lost in the rhythm of this lonely place.
Old man Miller, with a worn leather case,
Same coffee order, same tired face.
He folds up his silence, a careful design,
Lost in the steam, and the passing time.
Wet neon footsteps, passing me by,
Each one a story, beneath the grey sky.
Spinning and tumbling, a watery grace,
Lost in the rhythm of this lonely place.
Young girl with headphones, a faraway gaze,
Lost in a melody, in a hazy maze.
Her denim is soaked, but she doesn't seem to care,
Lost in the music, escaping despair.
Wet neon footsteps, passing me by,
Each one a story, beneath the grey sky.
Spinning and tumbling, a watery grace,
Lost in the rhythm of this lonely place.
The laundromat breathes, a humid, warm sigh,
Reflecting the headlights as cars rush by.
I'm a silent witness, a beacon so bright,
To the secrets unfolding in the dead of night.
A couple embraces, a quick, tender hold,
Sharing a moment, worth more than gold.
Then she's gone quickly, back into the storm,
Leaving a feeling, both fragile and warm.
Wet neon footsteps, passing me by,
Each one a story, beneath the grey sky.
Spinning and tumbling, a watery grace,
Lost in the rhythm of this lonely place.
Wet neon footsteps, fading away,
Until the first glimmer of a brand new day.
Flicker and hum, a steady repeat,
Watching the city, bittersweet.
Footsteps keep falling, soft and low,
In the wet neon glow.
