Verse
Ticket folded, corner soft
Number nine in fading ink
Sleeve slides off my shoulder, off
Coat hangs still, I start to sink
Pre-Chorus
I don't need the weight of it now
Heat comes up from the floor instead
Somewhere my coat sways on a bough
Of wire hooks, and I move ahead
Chorus
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Verse
Room fills up with borrowed heat
Every collar left the same
Zipper teeth against the sheet
Metal tags all hum my name
Pre-Chorus
I don't need the weight of it now
Heat comes up from the floor instead
Somewhere my coat sways on a bough
Of wire hooks, and I move ahead
Chorus
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Bridge
Hours fold like fabric does
Wool remembers where I stood
Someone else's jacket brushed
Against the sleeve of mine, we're good
Outside the window, glass gone grey
Coat still waiting, patient, plain
I'll find my number, walk away
Warm a while in the cold again
Chorus
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
Number nine, on the wire
