Grey Dot Gospel

[Verse 1]
The little green dot by your name went grey
On the third Tuesday afternoon in May.
No status update, no read receipt glow,
Just a digital furrow with nothin' to grow.
The glass is cold under my thumb tonight,
Just a white search bar in the blue phone light.

[Chorus]
And I type this prayer to a disconnected line,
Did you find some peace on the other side of online?
Or did you get buried in the signal and the rain?
Lord, I'm just askin' the static for your name.

[Verse 2]
I scroll back up to last year's county fair,
Find a pixelated dragon in your pixelated hair.
"I'll call you from the airport," is what you typed.
Now your whole profile's been professionally wiped.
Like you harvested the photos, salted the feed,
Planted a new crop from a different seed.

[Chorus]
And I type this prayer to a disconnected line,
Are you buildin' new worlds on the other side of online?
Or did the current pull you down in the code and the rain?
Lord, I'm still askin' the static for your name.

[Bridge]
They say the cloud is like the Mekong, it holds everything we lose,
But tonight it's just a dry canal that I can't find a use for,
Under a blank and unforgiving Central Valley sky.

[Chorus]
So I send this prayer to a disconnected line,
Hope you found your harvest on the other side of online.
And I'm learnin' to live with the signal and the rain,
And I've stopped askin' the static for your name.

[Outro]
Yeah, I stopped askin' the static.
My thumb just hovers on the screen.