Gasket Sigh

[Verse 1]
The salt shaker's leaving a white ring on the Formica.
It's Tuesday, 2 AM, the whole world's on silica.
You're tracing patterns in the condensation on your glass.
This quiet's heavier than a Peterbilt comin' on fast.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the words get jammed up, a stripped bolt in the thread
The words get jammed up, playing loud inside my head
The words get jammed up, a gear that just won't bite
Burning up the oil in the neon 'Eats' sign light

[Chorus]
This ain't conversation, it's a busted radio hum.
This ain't a connection, it's two wires come undone.
We're just a couple ghosts waiting for a spark to land,
With a hundred thousand miles of silence in my hand.

[Verse 2]
Remember that night out past Shiprock, the engine just quit?
You said, "We always find a way to get a spark to it."
Your hands smelled like gasoline, mine were black with grease.
Now we can't even jump-start a little piece of peace.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the words get jammed up, a stripped bolt in the thread
The words get jammed up, playing loud inside my head
The words get jammed up, a gear that just won't bite
Burning up the oil in the neon 'Eats' sign light

[Chorus]
This ain't conversation, it's a busted radio hum.
This ain't a connection, it's two wires come undone.
We're just a couple ghosts waiting for a spark to land,
With a hundred thousand miles of silence in my hand.

[Bridge]
And in my head I’m screaming, 'Girl, the block is cracked!'
'There ain't a single goddamn tool to bring us back!'
But the sound that slips out past the lockjaw in my soul...

[Chorus]
(Sung depleted, almost a whisper)
...ain't a conversation, it's a busted radio hum.
...ain't a connection, it's two wires come undone.
...just a couple ghosts waiting for a spark to land...

[Outro]
Just a gasket sigh... giving up control.