Leather Train Home

(ahhhh) A leather jacket

slung across the chair

Headphones hum

on a near-empty train

Through the window there is only static air

Counting down

the miles through the rain

And the bartender didn't even have to ask He poured the amber,

watched the minutes pass Now the headlights cut the longest way back

home

Ride the quiet under open skies

Where the asphalt meets the fading light

We run the engines till the morning rise

Living on the edge of the night

(ooh-yeah) Familiar neon blurred behind the shield

A sudden freedom that you cannot name

Cold air biting like a battlefield

Never looking back from where we came (go!)

Ride

the quiet... (shhhh)