Long Way Home

Took the long way down the high-rise hall Air-conditioned cold against the

wall Just a plus-one on a VIP list

Now I'm the point that they all missed Clutching a plastic shower

token tight

Underneath the truck-stop neon light

And the glamour's thin but the feeling's real

Spinning rubber on a steering wheel Drive the long way home through

the asphalt rain Trade the high-rise ice for the highway lane (ooh-ooh)

We were background noise,

now we are the spark Chasing taillight gold through the quiet dark

Left the champagne warm in a plastic cup

Didn't wait around for the sun to show up

Now the truck-stop lights look like silver crowns On the edge of

these forgotten towns (yeah-yeah) Drive the long way home through the asphalt

rain Trade the high-rise ice for the highway lane (ooh-ooh) We were

background noise, now we are the spark

Chasing taillight gold through the quiet dark

Driving home

(driving home)

Underneath the truck-stop lights