Escape Velocity

[Hook]
We watch the sodium lamps on the Roebling Bridge
Flicker out like binary stars at the system's edge.

[Verse 1]
We’re passing a bottle that’s burning our empty hands,
Making futures this town will never understand.
Their silence is a dead-air kind of gravity,
Pulling our boots down to this busted-out reality.

[Verse 2]
Someone said, "You know, this light's a million years old,"
Pointing a finger at the skyline's fading gold.
So we trace the fault lines on this cracked Formica tabletop—
A constellation map where all the good roads stop.

[Bridge]
They built our sky into a perfect, neat eclipse,
But a solar flare of fury is forming on our lips.

[Outro]
The sun is coming up. We've reached escape velocity.