Wyckoff Static

[Verse 1]
Heard the final slam on Wyckoff Tuesday night.
Felt it in my floorboards, a shiver, not a fight.
They painted over the dent your shoulder made beside the door.
Now it’s just a flat white ghost on number four.

[Chorus]
(Just the) static hum…
Is all that’s left to break the salt-damp room.

[Verse 2]
He still plays that Grant Green record, way too loud.
Once heard you scream, “it’s not about the money” through a crowd
Of sirens bleeding up from the street below.
There’s a space in the noise now, where you used to go.

[Chorus]
(Just the) static hum…
Is all that’s left to break the salt-damp room.

[Bridge]
I saw him on the steps last week, fumbling for his key.
You took the sound out of this whole damn street for me.

[Outro]
The paint is almost dry now.
(…static hum)