Low Voltage Hum

[Verse 1]
The November line at the Southwark library snaked past the iron fence.
Two hours in, the air was cold enough to make your jacket tense.
You had a union pin hammered through your worn-out denim seam,
Just a tiny rivet holding back a tectonic dream.

[Chorus]
And we never said a word of it, the fear we wouldn't lose.
Just that low voltage hum between the pylon of my shoes and you.

[Verse 2]
The ballot felt like blueprint paper, thin and full of weight.
I watched you trace the candidates and seal our city's fate.
You saw me staring, leaned in close, your breath a cloud of white,
Said, "Told my boss it was a root canal, had to do this right."

[Chorus]
And we never said a word of it, the futures we would choose.
Just that low voltage hum between the pylon of my shoes and you.

[Bridge]
(Drums and vocal only)
Check the box.
Fold the edge.
Feed the slot.
On the ledge.

[Chorus]
And we never said a word of it, the years we couldn't lose.
Just that low voltage hum between the pylon of my shoes and you.

[Outro]
Your silhouette against the door, then nothing but the street.
Heard a train on the Schuylkill, a slow and steady beat.