Benchside Ticket

Rain

on the windshield

Parking ticket

under the wiper blade

Your voice

on speakerphone

Replaying the voicemail you made

On a wooden bench Facing the closed diner sign

And the porch light is flickering low While the truck idle hums

in the drive

I am holding onto what I know Just to feel like we're

still alive

(ooh,

just to feel alive)

Empty truck bed

Gravel road leading nowhere

tonight

I run through everything you said

Under the pale yellow light (ahhh)

And the porch light is flickering low

While the truck idle hums in the drive

I am holding onto what I know

Just to feel like we're still alive

Replaying the voicemail once more (mmm)

On the porch steps