Unpaid Tab Hustle

I see the meter running up

Took the long way home again

Unpaid tab is staring from the screen

In the back seat watching traffic spin

Kid selling bottles by the limousine

Hovering on the send (will I?

won't I?)

Almost pressed it, almost sent the line

Trapped in neutral, running out of time (ooh,

running out of time)

Oh,

the long way, the long way home

Unpaid tabs and messages on my phone

One touch and I let you go

But the traffic’s moving slow

(yeah,

moving slow)

Ice melts on the asphalt heat

Ten dollar water bottle by my window pane

We're just idling on an empty street

With all this static running through my brain

Is it too late to explain?

Almost pressed it, almost sent the line

Trapped in neutral, running out of time

(almost,

almost)

Meter’s running, we’re still here

(still here)