Burn It Wide

(yeah) There's an unpaid tab at the counter downtown An old cell

number with a new name around They're rewriting the messages we used

to send

Making them dull in a playlist we can't mend

I see the glow on the dashboard screen A shared playlist fading

into the green

(here we go) On this Ghost Highway,

we're fading away

Nothing left for us

to say

Yeah on this Ghost Highway,

the signal is dead

Living in the static of the words we said

Your old number's new owner doesn't know my name

But they're rewriting the rules of our little game

Left with a tab that I'll never clear

Driving past the exit as you disappear

(Ghost Highway)