Wrong Side Of The Sky

Verse 1Neon buzz over sleepy streets
chewing on moths and summer gnats while kids on beat-up bikes cut through the dark like thrown knives
Tires kiss pavement cracks that remember every spilled Slurpee
every scraped knee
every dumb dare that felt like nothing could touch you
Tonight the power lines sing in a lower key
humming like someone dragging a bow over a rusted cello string stretched from pole to pole

Out past the last porch light
the air tilts sideways and every breath tastes like cold metal and misplaced faith.
Verse 2The town sign leans, shot full of BB dents
promising welcome while the woods behind it twitch with secrets and bad wiring
Storefront glass throws your reflection back with a slight delay
like the kid you see is still two steps behind where your body stands
An owl on the telephone wire watches long enough to feel rude

then flaps away from a patch of sky that looks deeper than it should
Something huge rolls over in the dark above the grain silos
unseen
yet every dog on the block lifts its head at the same second.
Pre-ChorusMaps in your backpack still show a normal place
But the ink feels tired, the paper feels thin
Street grids and lot lines shake like they heard a rumor that space has other plans.

ChorusWrong side of the sky is breathing through the cracks in this town
You can hear it in the transformer buzz
in the late-night freight that never stops
Every shadow on the road looks taller than the kid who cast it
Raise your handlebars, ride straight through the hum
pretend you don’t hear the other world whisper your nickname.

BridgeYou try your best joke on the darkness
throw out one-liners like road flares
Laughter bounces off stop signs and swingsets
comes back thinner
Part of you wants to turn around and go home
sink into couch cushions and canned laughter
The rest keeps pedaling toward that crooked slice of sky where stars flicker like a dying tape.