The 42 North

[Intro]
[Verse]
The bench is feeling kind of sticky
Picking at a label, being picky
The timing here is always tricky
The air is heavy, cold and bricky
The streetlight has a rhythmic hum
Feeling my fingers go numb
Chewing on a piece of gum
Wishing for the bus to come
[Verse]
Found a stack of square shots
Tied in some messy knots
Faded colors and ink blots
Parking cars in empty lots
You're squinting in the garden
Begging for a silent pardon
It’s a heavy, leaden burden
Watching all the flowers harden
[Chorus]
And I never said a word
The loudest thing I ever heard
Just a quiet, heavy drift
A slow and permanent shift
Now I’m waiting for the light
In the middle of the night
[Post-Chorus]
The 42 is running late
I guess I’ll just sit and wait
The 42 is running late
Leaving it all to fate
[Verse]
Last time at the diner
Nothing could be finer
Tracing every coffee liner
Feeling small and minor
You paid for your own tea
Didn't even look at me
Nothing left for us to see
Bruising on my shaky knee
[Chorus]
And I never said a word
The loudest thing I ever heard
Just a quiet, heavy drift
A slow and permanent shift
Now I’m waiting for the light
In the middle of the night
[Bridge]
The fuzz is kicking in my ears
Drowning out the ghost of years
Confirming all my deepest fears
Wiping away the phantom tears
Wurlitzer keys under the floor
I don't know you anymore
Standing at a closing door
I don't want to fight no more
[Verse]
A moth is hitting the plastic
Movement isn't very drastic
Looking quite elastic
Feeling less than fantastic
The bus finally rounds the bend
The city's version of a friend
I know how the stories end
With a message I won't send
[Chorus]
And I never said a word
The loudest thing I ever heard
Just a quiet, heavy drift
A slow and permanent shift
Now I’m waiting for the light
In the middle of the night
[Outro]