The Static Between Stations Part 1

The Static Between Stations Part 1

The noise Between Stations Part 1
Wake up in the gray, same cold air
clock stuck on the wall, Stare at my face in the mirror
waiting for the other shoe to fall
Coffee scalds my tongue
toast is black but I swallow the grit
Slip on the uniform, hit the road

just another piece to fit.
I’m stuck in the noise between stations
Lost in the dead air where the signal ends
Every day’s a copy, a faded imitation
I watch my own life through a cracked lens.

Hands on the wheel, I forget where I’m heading
Red lights blur like a warning I’m dreading
Smile at the desk, laugh on cue when the joke gets told
But the chest is hollow, and the coffee’s getting cold.
I’m stuck in the noise between stations
Lost in the dead air where the signal ends
Every day’s a copy, a faded imitation

I watch my own life through a cracked lens.
Dinner for one, lights flicker
TV screaming at the dark, Sleep walks away
leaving me staring at a question mark.
I’m stuck in the noise between stations
Lost in the dead air where the signal ends
Every day’s a copy, a faded imitation

I watch my own life through a cracked lens.