Corner Store Confessions

(oooh-ooh) Static on the glass,

backseat of the car

He took the long way,

didn't go too far

Under the corner store's hard light

Listening to your voice play back tonight (mmm)

And the rain starts to slide down the window pane

Replaying the words that you said again

Oh,

we're lost in the late summer light!

Holding on tight in the middle of the night!

(hold on tight)

Voicemail ends with a heavy sigh

Yellow beams cutting through the sky

Wet pavement reflecting the glow

One more turn, we're driving slow

Replaying

the voice once more...

(once more)