Last Seen Local

[Verse 1]
The last 87 bus on a Tuesday night.
Her phone screen paints her face in pale blue light.
A two-seat ride home from the PATH station stop,
Watching her own name slowly start to drop.

[Chorus]
And the signal dies on the Pulaski Skyway.
A new kind of quiet, a new kind of empty space.
She cuts the live feed from the boulevard.
One single tap is all it takes.

[Verse 2]
The vinyl seat is cold against her skin.
She scrolls past June, a blurry photograph.
He'd typed, "It's just easier this way," and then
A silence swallowed up the other half.

[Chorus]
And the signal dies on the Pulaski Skyway.
A new kind of quiet, a new kind of empty space.
She cuts the live feed from the boulevard.
One single tap is all it takes.

[Bridge]
Just an engine's knock, a low hydraulic sigh.
The whole world held inside a lit-up pane of glass.

[Chorus]
And the signal dies on the Pulaski Skyway.
A new kind of quiet, a new kind of empty space.
She cuts the live feed from the boulevard.
One single tap is all it takes.

[Outro]
The screen goes dark.
A PATH train rattles on the track below.