

Standing on the edge of the cooling frame
Silent screen glowing with a stranger's name
Two AM directions on a rooftop ledge Looking for a spark near
the concrete edge
(hummmm) Let the rideshare idle on the street below
Silent screen, nowhere left to go
Oh, spin the wheel and mold the clay
We are drifting miles away
In the back seat,
humming low
Take me where the headlights go!
We go, we go,
alright We go, we go,
tonight
Phone is on silent but the signals fade
Tracing out the outlines of the plans we made
Humming in the backseat of the midnight ride
Keeping all the longing locked away inside (hummmm)