Voice Memo Night

Yeah, we off the clock now.

Unscrewed the cap.

Yeah, call it a night.

Between the yellow cabs and the exhaust fume

I was running lanes,

trying to make room Underneath the overpass,

dodged the red light Now I'm in a private room,

dimming down the light Ordered a single bottle,

cold on the tray

Paying for the water that I gave away.

(hmmmmm) No more running on the asphalt line

No more matching up your clock with mine

Just the screen glowing on the wall Waiting for the pay-off,

waiting for the call

(yeah, yeah) Under the strobe lights,

singing my own song (singing my own)

Out in the traffic where the wild things belong

I ordered water just to feel like a king (haha) In an

empty palace where the melodies ring

Karaoke box but the mic is off I can hear the city

through the walls so soft No more dodging bumpers for a loose

green bill Got the cool glass sweating on the windowsill From the

highway dust to the velvet floor I don't wanna stand in the

street no more.

Just water

on ice.

We good tonight. (ahhhh)