Groove expedition

Found my name on a worn cassette Backseat sun on the window

glass Arcade tones in a summer sweat I was young,

but the feeling lasts You call,

I answer through the rain Old cartoons on the motel wall Every

year turns around again I keep dancing before I fall (oh-ah)

Take me where the old songs glow High as the moon,

soft as the stereo

We can be lost,

still feel at home Round and round,

let the memory roll Hold me close to the bright unknown One

more night and we make it gold (ooh,

yeah)

Polaroids in a jacket sleeve Turn to stars when the bass line

bends I made peace with the roads I leave Still I write

to my younger friends Tell them joy is a crooked scale Notes

can lean and still arrive If the night makes the colors pale

We paint louder, we stay alive (ah-ah)

Take me where the old songs glow

High as the moon,

soft as the stereo

We can be lost,

still feel at home Round and round,

let the memory roll Hold me close to the bright unknown

One more night and we make it gold

(ooh,

yeah, ah-ah)

Let

it roll, let it roll Old songs carry

us home (ooh)