Lyrics
[verse]
Standing underneath the sign that flickers half its name,
Watching all the traffic move in patterns much the same.
I count the seconds by the buzzing of the neon light,
Waiting for a signal that might never come tonight.
[verse]
The street's a corridor of shadows leaning toward the glow,
Every stranger passing has somewhere else to go.
I keep my hands inside my coat, I keep my eyes up high,
Reading all the messages the streetlights signify.
[bridge]
(instrumental — extended guitar interplay, twin lines circling and diverging)
[verse]
Somewhere out beyond the block the moon is climbing slow,
Painting all the rooftops in a silver undertow.
I'm still standing here beneath the flicker and the hum,
Waiting for the moment when the night finally comes undone.
[bridge]
(instrumental — building tension, guitars trading the melody back and forth)
[verse]
Standing underneath the sign that flickers half its name,
Watching all the traffic move in patterns much the same.
