4AM Busstation Anthem

(go) Four AM at the bus station depot

Phone on silent, screen is face down

Bartender pours the usual drink slow

Names a city we never once found

Helmet off at the overlook now

Quiet world spinning far below

We watch the lights of the highway bow

With nowhere left to go Cold air hitting the leather

Static on the radio band

We hold it all together

Helmet off at the overlook now

Quiet world spinning far below

We watch the lights of the highway bow

With nowhere left to go

Nowhere left to go