Torn Ticket Road

(mmmmm-ahhh) I hold the torn ticket stub close in my hand Driving the

long way home across the quiet land

Left behind

the gymnasium floor

But the silence outside hurts even more

And the headlights cut the pitch black deep While the promises we

made are hard to keep

Under the holy electronic sky

We watch the embers of the winter die

Holy electronic, wash away the rust

Of a paper promise turning into dust

Just a ghost in the gymnasium gym hall Shadows dancing on a

concrete wall (oh-oh-oh)

Holy

electronic (ahhh)