Torn Ticket Glamour

Left your denim jacket on the passenger seat

Still smells like cheap cologne

and diner grease

Saw you at the toll booth on state route nine

Wearing that same outfit,

cutting in line

Searching all your pockets but you had no dime

And that torn-up ticket stub is sitting on my dash

A fading paper memory of the things we didn't last

Oh,

roll the windows down and let the highway scream We're chasing after

dust on a truck-stop dream

You kept the jacket but you left the spark Paying high toll

prices

driving in the dark (yeah,

in the dark)

I watched you through the windshield of a passing semi-truck

Looking like a classic movie down on your luck

Torn paper souvenir of a ride we used to share

You're staring at the turnpike like you don't even care

Oh,

roll the windows down and let the highway scream We're chasing after

dust on a truck-stop dream

You kept the jacket but you left the spark Paying high toll

prices

driving in the dark (driving in the dark)

Just a torn ticket stub And an empty passenger seat