Peachtree Static

[Verse 1]
(Sound of a shaky breath, street noise)
"Hey, Simone... it's Gideon. I know the hour's late.
Got these new Nikes on, walking past the golden gate
of that new glass tower, the one up on Peachtree North.
Remember last July? They were pricing out the fourth
floor for us. Scaffolding's down now, windows to the sky.
Looks just like the brochure that made you wanna cry.
I'm a tourist in the life we almost paid the ticket for,
just watching ghosts I know behind a revolving door."

[Chorus]
They built it by the blueprint, every line was true.
Got a penthouse view of what I lost with you.
This whole damn city is a monument of glass
for a future that we drew up that was built too fast.

[Verse 2]
That static on the phone call, the number for the loan?
Came back with a message, 'bad wiring' left alone.
You said, 'Gideon, be realistic,' hand on the RAV4 key,
and my whole life just flickered on a security TV.
I was clocking in for double, saving up the bread,
you were hearing every promise that I left unsaid.
The stress fractures showing, the rebar in the rust,
turned that whole damn beautiful foundation into dust.

[Bridge]
And for a second, I see us up there, twenty-two floors high.
No blue light from a monitor, just the East Point sky.
Just you and the noise from the Five Points lines below...
Some plans are just too perfect to ever let them go.

[Outro]
(Sound of a MARTA train pulling away, brakes squealing)
"Anyway. Just... I saw the building.
Thought you should know."