Back Seat Confessional

The glass is cold against my forehead now (ahhhh)

Watching streetlights blur inside the fog

I write down words I never dared to speak

Are you awake, dreaming of the same horizon?

(are you awake?) Or am I just a passenger chasing the ghost

of you?

The engine hums a low and steady song Weaving through the suburbs

while they sleep

I hold this letter tight inside my hand

Just tape hiss and the road...

(shhhh) No drums, no lights,

just us

Are you awake, dreaming of the same horizon?

(are you there?) Or am I just a passenger

chasing the ghost of you?

Chasing the ghost... (hmmmm)