Last Call Volume

It's three in the morning,

the headlights cut low You only reach out when you've nowhere to

go No shoulder to park on,

just black ice and stone Your name on the screen in a

cold, silent zone

You turn up the volume past polite

Leaving no room to breathe tonight (oh-oh-oh)

We are standing on the edge

of the dark road

Watching as the signal starts to fade away

No shoulder to lean on,

carrying the heavy load Nothing left for either of us to say (hey!) (go!)

At the

apartment doorway, you turned around But we are lost in the static

now

Lost in the static In the dark