[Intro] (static crackle) “…you’re listening to Foxfire after midnight.” (rain against windows) (low bass hum) [saxophone enters softly] [Verse 1] Bus doors sigh on Harborview Purple rain on avenue shoes City hum like an old cassette Skipping where the ghosts still sit Crosswalk blinking tired red Night shift coffee, cigarette breath Everybody trying not to drown Under all this glowing sound Streetlights melt on flooded lanes Jazz leaking from basement grates Somebody laughs beneath the train Like heartbreak’s just another name And the kids with patched-up coats Still carry songs inside their throats Like sparks wrapped up in static skin Still hoping something tunes them in [Pre-Chorus] I learned the city doesn’t save you Just teaches you how to stay warm How to make a little music In the middle of the storm [Hook] I walk slow through electric weather Neon halo, leather feathers Static saint on every station Half heartbreak, half salvation Rain keeps falling, I keep singing Old cassette soul still spinning If the world forgets your name Foxfire burns you back again [Verse 2] Tuffy’s Lane at 2AM Paper bowls and tired friends Someone tuning busted strings Like broken things still dream of wings Choona signs and buzzing lights Late bus pulling through the night Foxfire voices through the haze Keeping lonely souls awake I’ve seen clubs disappear by dawn Seen whole scenes just moving on But the city keeps one ember lit For the ones that still commit And every rooftop pirate hymn Still rattles deep beneath my skin Like Port Vesper breathing low Through wires underneath the road [Pre-Chorus] No heroes here, no crowns to wear Just tired hearts and folding chairs But if your signal’s weak tonight I’ll leave the radio on [Hook] I walk slow through electric weather Neon halo, leather feathers Static saint on every station Half heartbreak, half salvation Rain keeps falling, I keep singing Old cassette soul still spinning If the world forgets your name Foxfire burns you back again [Bridge] (saxophone solo) TV static in apartment glow Clover sleeping by the stereo Somewhere Juniper writes another song Trying to make the dark less long And the buses moan like tired whales Past flickering motel vacancy fails Still the city softly says: “Stay alive. Stay weird. Stay.” [Final Hook] We move slow through electric weather Different ghosts but stitched together Every cracked and fading signal Still deserves a little shelter Rain keeps falling over Harborview Purple skies and midnight blues If your voice is breaking down Foxfire turns the volume up [Outro] (static hiss) (low saxophone fading) “…all signals have value.” (tape click)
