Fogged Windows Anthem

We're driving past the state line tonight!

We're running under fading high-beams! (yeah!)

Thrift-store mirror, flash in the frame

You talk about a city that you never even saw

On the night bus back,

windows covered in steam

Traced our initials in the cold wet glass

And the road opens up into the dark

No one is left to watch us spark!

We're driving past the state line tonight!

We're running under fading high-beams! (yeah!)

Driving alone on the freeway

(alone) Into the cold deep gray