Ticket Reverb

A torn ticket stub on the airport curb The meter is running,

no words are spoken Just a quiet sigh in the cold exhaust (yeah)

I dialled your old number

And someone else picked up the call Dancing like the cameras are

all turned off

Oh, we burn the distance down!

Underneath the heavy thunder of the road

We are more than just a memory we sold! (ahhh)

Now the static hums where your laughter lived A new voice,

a new spin on the floor But the engine roars in the

empty dark

Just the motorcycle quiet now (hummmm)