Red Lights and Rain
Left your jacket in the backseat
Watching raindrops trace the glass
Crosswalk stays red forever
Watching our young summer pass (mmmmm)
You smiled for the story But you meant none of it at
all
Now the streetlights are blurring As the night begins to fall
Under the wet-city lights we spin
Letting the late summer wash on in
No regrets on this red-light street
Just the sound of our racing beat
Your wet keys in the console
A ticket from a different town
Another story for tomorrow
When the water settles down (yeah)
Under the wet-city lights we spin
Letting the late summer wash on in
No regrets on this red-light street
Just the sound of our racing beat
(none of it... none of it...)