Torchlight Freeway

(one, two, three, go!) The neighbor on the porch light holds the

rail

Pretending it is casual but turning pale

And we are in the back seat,

no looking back

Just a blur of orange sodium on a endless track

Empty freeway, asphalt wide

Nowhere left for

us

to hide (lift

off!) We are flying through the dark,

hands on the glass

Watching every single memory of the old town pass

Let the engine sing,

let the horizon bend

We are riding this concrete river to the very end

(yeah!) Dashboard green is glowing on your face

Speeding past the structures of a quiet place

No more holding on

to what we couldn't keep

Now we're running wide awake while the houses sleep

Driving rock

On the empty freeway

(out

into the dark...)