The bridges light up across town,

Your coffee's cold, I touched the rim with my paw.

I press my nose to the glass, looking down,

Just a ghost in the window they all ignore.

You're out there somewhere in the neon glow,

Stuck in the rhythm of trains and delay.

I'm keeping time on the windowsill, slow,

Counting the cars as they scatter like rain.

The milk in my bowl has that skin on top,

The radiator hums a tired old tune.

I just wanna hear the deadbolt click and stop,

And feel your hand find me under the moon.

And I'm waiting for you,

For the sound of your key in the door.

I'm a satellite tuned just to you,

Just static and nothing more.

You'll come home, wipe the rain from your face,

The cold you brought in will just melt away.