Last Fare Home

{slow-burning jangly guitar

intro, clean

tone, light tape saturation,

organic room drums setting the pace} (hummmmm) The curb is cold beneath

my sneakers

The streetlamps casting long and yellow beams

My friends all scattered down the alleyways

Left with my pocket full of empty dreams

And my head is spinning round

Yellow lights go rushing by

No one stops to ask me why (ooh,

please stop) {guitars

swell with warm analog chorus} Oh,

taxi driver, take me home

I don't wanna walk these streets alone

My pockets are empty but my heart is heavy tonight

Just pull on over beneath the light

(yeah, pull over) {lush guitar-driven hook}

I raise my hand but they just speed away

Blurry headlights washing over me

Just seventeen and acting like I'm grown

But right now

I just want my bedroom keys

And a quiet place to sleep

Just a cab back home (just a cab back home)

Going home, going home...

(ahhhh) {guitars wash out with slow decay delay,

drum beat slowly fades to a simple

kick and snare click}