Backseat Memoirs

A cheap plastic keycard sitting on the dash

One flickering neon by the gravel bath

(mmm) You were the plus-one,

now you're the whole point

Waiting in the rain by this roadside joint

Replay the voicemail in the quiet back seat

Under shower token light where the two roads meet (ahhh) The skyline

is blurring as the engines roar

And it's a long way down this highway tonight

Underneath the pale blue mercury light (oh yeah) We're chasing the radio,

chasing the spark

Two wild hearts rolling out in the dark

Your wet coat is dripping,

the heater's on high

No more excuses, no asking them why

Just a voice on the line that you can't erase

And the shadow of dust on your tired face

Just a cheap keycard...

Blurring in the dark... (hummmm)