One Last Spin

(mmmmm-hmmmm) Underneath the flickering green of a shower token light

Just one dust-covered truck

sitting lonely in the night

My thumb hovers on the screen where your name used to belong

But you're still a ghost

in this parking structure song

I blocked your number back in June

But I still find myself looking for you (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Oh, we're down to one car in the concrete garage

Every tail-light glow feels like a cheap mirage

I shut you out of my screen and my phone

But you're still the one

making this truck feel alone

I bought a lukewarm coffee at the counter inside

Staring at the yellow stains

of truck-stop pride

You're a blocked connection but you're riding shotgun still

In the quiet concrete

of this drafty concrete hill

Just one car left (yeah)

Just your

ghost under the green

light