Chrome Rims Carousel

(hmm-mmm, hmm-mmm)

Chrome rims still hot in the driveway

Lobby ceiling stretching high and wide He checks the license twice,

looking sideways

No one else is stepping deep inside (hmm-mmm)

He hears the static on the radio

And hums the tune we used to know

In the emptiness

of luxury

We keep it rolling,

we keep it hot Checking signatures of who we used to be

We own the night,

we take the spot

Rideshare engine humming in the cold

Petty confidence that never fades

Two times checking every hand we hold

Shadows dancing on the colonnades (hmm-mmm,

hmm-mmm) Chrome rims cool down

In the lobby air