It’s a dusty scene
Highway one is stuck in the 30’s
Cargo trucks are losing screws as we speak

The city’s asleep
The television screams in Vietnamese
Vacancy flickers pathetically

The nightlight it winks
There’s a ghost in my room, I think it’s talking to me
Providing company nobody needs

There is nowhere to go
You can only hide here and wait in limbo
Watching the window for the sun to come home

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