Blackout Candleballad

She's on a balcony high above the concrete stream

Watchin' headlights crawl

like a broken dream

One single candle

on a slice of blackout cake

Burnin' through the promises

we didn't quite make

She doesn't care about the neighbors or the late-night air

Just the heavy hum of the highway down there (oh-oh-oh)

And she turns the volume up past polite

Let the radio bleed into the neon-free night

Let the trucks roll on to the end of the line

Yeah, she's takin' back her own sweet time (hah)

That tiny candle spark

is holdin' its ground

While the city hums its only

familiar sound

She's standing tall

in her truck-stop grace

With the wind blowin' shadows

right off her face

Past polite... Yeah,

past polite... (ooh-ooh)