Redlight flickers in the dark   Throwing her electric shapes on the screen   A world of tiny coloured spots   A world lacking that final dimension   And he watches, over tables and drawers that aren't his   He watches her flicker, illuminate, glance down at him from mounted on the wall   He watches because he trusts it   He trusts the walls without pictures and the surfaces without photographs   He trusts the sound of a zip over that of a door   He trusts the lock and key not being his   And the faceless cards that would let anybody in if they chose   Because he chose   He chose      She speaks only in silence   Without words, her mere presence is a sound   A dull hum that is there but not   She is only redlight   While he is emptiness   A card with a printed name   An unsigned dotted line   An empty mini bar   A forgotten badge crumpled on a forgotten lapel   But he has redlight every night   Redlight, wallpaper and minty breath   Because in the morning she is always gone   And then he has to ABC 1 his way to the car with a smile   And he will find foreign roads   And speak to static with a finger in his ear   He will find painted smiles that don't sign   And cheap wit cards to be crumpled in his wallet   He will drink spirits from paper cups   He will drink and laugh at the third dimension of the bar   And let the bar staff read his name to feel at home   He will find all of this and nothing else   He will find it and he will trust it   He will find it and he will trust it   He will find it and he will trust it   Because there is redlight in every turnoff on his road.