Torn Ticket Stub

We took the long way home

Under the pale street lights

Holding a torn ticket stub To remember this night (ooh-ooh)

Stuck in the coat-check line

That never seems to move

Your breath against my collarbone

Finding a slower groove

And that torn little paper ticket stub Still peeking from your sleeve

We both know

we've got nowhere else to be

And the room is spinning slower now

As the crowd begins to fade

We took the long way home

Under the pale street lights

Holding a torn ticket stub To remember this night (ooh-ooh)

Just the long way home (yeah)

With a torn ticket stub