Neutral Gear

[Verse 1]
The wipers on that silver Corolla draw a slow parenthesis
'Round a Thursday night silence on South Indiana Avenue's genesis.
He's got the engine running, just for the weak yellow light on the dash,
A low, systemic hum against the sound of the rain's soft lash.

[Chorus]
They just sit there in neutral gear
The heat on low, the cost so clear
And all the words they hold so dear
Just fog the glass and disappear.

[Verse 2]
His thumb traces the seam on the steering wheel's worn-out leather.
Her breath is a soft metronome against the late October weather.
She looks past him, at the brick wall's old familiar stain.
He shifts his weight, says "Well..." and lets the sentence hang there in the rain.

[Bridge]
A body's a strange kind of engine, you learn its secret hum,
When the pressure is building and the vocabulary's numb.

[Chorus]
They just sit there in neutral gear
The heat on low, the cost so clear
And all the words they hold so dear
Just fog the glass and disappear.

[Outro]
In neutral gear...
The gear...