Digital Drought

[Verse 1]
The pho spot menu you folded's on my dash
Still smells like star anise, feels like whiplash
Staring at your contact name just after three
A thumbnail ghost is all you are to me

[Chorus]
This phone's an irrigation ditch I'm closing tight
Gonna turn this valley dark in my own damn light
No more waiting for a drop of rain from you
It's a digital drought, long and overdue

[Verse 2]
Your scuffed-up boots beside my rhinestone suit
A half-gone jar of chili-garlic, a bruised piece of fruit
A ticket stub from the Crest in Bakersfield
The silence in this room is all that's real

[Chorus]
This phone's an irrigation ditch I'm closing tight
Gonna turn this valley dark in my own damn light
No more waiting for a drop of rain from you
It's a digital drought, long and overdue

[Bridge]
We sat by the canal off Highway 99
You said, "This dust gets in your soul, just like that cheap red wine."
Now the only water's the Mekong in my head
And the space you left beside me in this bed

[Outro]
Yeah, a digital drought...
Long and overdue.