【intro】 Footsteps echo, neon blink City sighs while people think 【verse 1】 Same old aisle, same iced tea The clerk and I, we half agree A nod, a smile, a plastic bag A ritual that doesn’t drag 【spoken】 “Did I just buy the same thing … four days in a row?” 【instrumental】 【verse 2】 The air is cold, the milk is new I glance at snacks, just pass them through The candy’s placed like tiny jokes This late-night dance, a blur of folks 【chorus】 Neon hum, the floor is clean This little world, half-lit and green Three steps back to midnight air Still, something sacred lingers there 【bridge】 I see a man hum something slow His bag swings like a metronome Another girl buys just one roll We orbit in a quiet role 【instrumental solo】 【spoken】 “There’s jazz in the fridge light.” 【verse 3】 The bell rings once, and then again An uncle buys some cheap champagne The clerk yawns once and mutters low “Same again?” — I nod and go 【chorus (Reprise)】 No grand goodbye, no final scene Just humming lights and plastic sheen A waltz for one, a quiet fare Still, something sacred lingers there 【instrumental outro】
