Backseat Afterhours

(mmmmm-hmm) Under the awning of

the cash machine

Its neon beep

is cutting through the rain

You stayed behind

when they closed the bar

Two wet-city shadows

in the back of the car

One more song before you have to go

The wipers tracing out a rhythm slow

(just one more, yeah)

Oh, let the headlights wash us away

Lost in the backseat,

hidden in the rain

Just one more track

while the city sleeps

We’ve got the night

that the morning keeps

The glass is fogging

with the words we say

The bartender's apron

put away

You knew my order

from across the room

Now we're spinning in this

soft blue gloom

Beside the cash machine

Under the backseat rain (mmmmm)