Neon Puddle Toast

(ooh-ooh) And we are dancing in the rain on the concrete highway

Throwing plastic cups to the sky

Oh we are making our own kind of light when it's Friday

Watching all the traffic go by

Your porch light

flickers on the gravel driveway

Toasting with a solo cup beneath the sign The motel glow is

swimming in the puddles tonight An unpaid tab is waiting on the

counter top Just a little reminder of the world we forgot

And the wind starts to pick up speed

(yeah) But we have everything we need

And we are dancing in the rain on the concrete highway Throwing

plastic cups to the sky

Oh we are making our own kind of light when it's Friday

Watching all the traffic go by

The plastic cup is melting in the humid air

You laugh and tell me that we're almost there Your keys are

jingling in your coat pocket now We leave the highway static behind

Just focusing on the road that we find

Dancing in the rain (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Just plastic cups and the highway sound