Cheap Motels and Quiet Radios

(hummmm) Fingers trace a cheap plastic motel card

We laughed too loud on the stairs

Now we're quiet in this truck cab

Staring out into the dark

With the radio low

And the porch light is flickering home

(ooh) But we're parked in the driveway alone

Why do the good things fade in the headlights

Why do we run when it starts to feel right

(ohhh) Left behind on the porch in the rain

How do we heal from this beautiful pain

Leftover static on the dashboard dial

Just another memory of a dashboard smile

Now the keys are heavy in my palm

Why do the good things fade in the headlights

Why do we run when it starts to feel right (ohhh) Left

behind on the porch in the rain

How do we heal from this beautiful pain