Last Ride Standing

One car left

in the concrete bay

You say you're leaving but you always stay

Helmet on the seat,

looking down

at the bay

Just one more track before we fade

away (one more track) I know you only call me when the

night is cold

Playing petty games with the stories we told

Underneath the yellow halo,

we can watch it burn

Waiting for the engines

to finally turn I've got the radio-ready crown,

you've got the keys

One more spin under cold concrete breeze

(let it burn) (ugh!)

Underneath the yellow halo,

we can watch it burn

Waiting for the engines

to finally turn

I've got the radio-ready crown,

you've got the keys One more spin under cold concrete breeze