every second sticks in air so thick

I'm on the stairs and I'm moving slow

feel the pressure rise under western skies

until it's go nowhere else to go

there's nothing left to do tonight

everybody's either gone out or asleep

I hear an old song drift through my window

from a car parked out on the street

waiting for the lights to change



someone's leaning out a second story window

taking one last good look around

someone's struggling with the words

thinking of the best way to write it all down

in the house next door all the lights are off

no silhouettes behind the screens

over hardwood floors

in through the open doors

i'm trying not to sleep

waiting for the light to change