Adiabatic Lapse

[Verse 1]
The chain-link on the Zaragoza bridge hums a low F sharp.
Late September, sun is gone, the city's turning on its lamps.
Feel the rumble of a Kenworth shake the concrete through my shoes.
Counting tail lights bleeding out, got nothing left to lose.

[Chorus]
And oh, I'm gonna miss this pressure drop.
This is the ache before the memory starts.
Yeah, I can feel the future looking back.
A perfect, beautiful signal flare.

[Verse 2]
The air is thick with diesel fumes and creosote from last week's rain.
I trace a face inside the dust that's gathered on the cyclone fence.
Little specks of mica glitter, catching that pink sodium glow.
There's a frequency just underneath the only world I know.

[Spoken-Word Interlude]
(A woman's voice, distorted like an AM radio, speaks in Spanish)
*"...cuidado con el aire, mija, está pesado hoy..."*
(Clearer, a memory)
"She said, 'Never close your eyes when you run.'"

[Bridge]
The dew point of a feeling I don't have a name for yet.
A supercell of longing building east of the sunset.
And every car below me is a ghost in a machine.

[Chorus]
And oh, I'm gonna miss this pressure drop.
This is the ache before the memory starts.
Yeah, I can feel the future looking back.
A perfect, beautiful signal flare.

[Outro]
The lens flare from a headlight hits my eye.
Adiabatic.