Still Waiting There

Car doors open in the gravel light

FM static bleeding through the night I see a stranger in the

mirror look back at me

Holding a phone that won't ring for free

Instant regret,

a cold party flash

Watching the glitter fade to ash

(oh no)

Calling the ghost

in the chrome

We are dancing on our own Ghost in the chrome (yeah)

Parking-lot headlights cut the dust

Promises turning into rust

Another laugh that doesn't reach my eyes

Underneath the dark suburban skies Calling the ghost

in the chrome

We are dancing on our own Ghost in the chrome (dancing on

our own)

Ghost in the chrome...

(no call... no call...)