Last Call Highway

(ahhhh) I found the boarding pass tucked inside your drawer

A paper phantom

of a journey to the shore

Now a stranger in the mirror

waits for a call

On a back road with no shoulder,

bound to fall

And the dial on the cabin radio

is low

Singing songs we used to know

Oh, we used to know (ooh-ooh)

Your signal faded somewhere past the county line

Leaving me to trace the map of what was mine

Still waiting on a connection

that won't ring through

In the quiet of this timber,

losing you

And the dial on the cabin radio

is low Singing songs we used to know

Oh, how we used to know

We used to know (yeah)