Lost Outta Place

Gas-station coffee in a paper cup

Bait shop flickering,

we're waiting for the sun to rise Your soft-launch photo on the

dashboard pane

Almost stayed for one more song in the pouring rain

Now I'm driving through the keys with a ghost in the seat

Looking for a spark in the tropical heat

And the bassline starts to move (move)

Yeah the heat is in the room (ooh-yeah)

Baila, baila under twilight skies

Tourist heartbreak in your dark brown eyes

One more dance before we lose the spark

We are burning in the humid dark (baila!)

Palm trees swaying to a synthesized beat

Sand on our shoes,

we escape from the street

Spanglish whispers on the edge of the dock

Watching the hands spin around on the clock

Baila, baila under twilight skies

Tourist heartbreak in your dark brown eyes

One more dance before we lose the spark

We are burning in the humid dark (baila!)

Just one more track...

(one more track) Before the sunrise...