Spare Charger Cord

[Intro]

(Beep) Spare charger cord —

Left under the bench

[Verse 1]

Platform wind on my jacket sleeve, my phone is almost done,

I kneel and find a coiled spare taped neat beside the seat;

Someone wrote "for next" in pencil soft, the letters small and kind,

If power fits in plastic thin, then I can catch my ride.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hold the plug... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Little silver hope against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the bench feels kind, that's fair —

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Rain and metal rails, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

Plug it in and I begin.

[Verse 2]

I coil my own and leave it back with a fresh sticky note,

For the next hand that needs a charge, no speech, just open space;

The bus arrives like a small parade — doors open soft and wide,

The bench keeps secrets made of care in ordinary light.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hold the plug... breathe in...

Ready.

[Chorus]

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Little silver hope against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the bench feels kind, that's fair —

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Rain and metal rails, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

Plug it in and I begin.

[Bridge]

Not every brave thing needs a stage,

Some of them fit in a cord I saved;

Wire and hope in equal parts —

Silver looks good on a starting day.

[Final Chorus]

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Little silver hope against my palm;

Someone left one for me, someone left one for me,

If the bench feels kind, that's fair —

Spare charger cord, click — I'm lighting up,

Rain and metal rails, quiet grin;

Someone left one for me — and I begin,

Plug it in and I begin.

[Outro]

(Beep) Spare charger cord...

Someone left one.