Static

A thousand stories interweavin'.
The concrete river softly drone, another evening on my own.
Just background noise, a blurry state,
A rusty dial sealed by fate.
And it's static, static, static, then you,
A golden signal breakin' through.
Yeah, it's static, static, static,
Then a voice: "Suddenly I have a choice." To tune right in and let it stay,
And wash the rest of it away.
The streetlights write a different code on this forgotten dusty road.
The weight I carried in my bones is just a pile of paving stones.
My weary pulse finds a new beat,