Last Call Anthem

Cars are crawling by under orange highway lanes

Selling bottles from a cooler in the summer rain

He's holding one torn ticket stub he found upon the floor

Standing by the exit gate,

just outside the door

(yeah) He can hear the bassline shaking through the concrete wall

So close he can almost touch it,

almost feel it all

Just one more track before the crowd starts spilling out!

Just one more chorus that we're gonna scream and shout!

So close to the magic,

but holding a ticket torn Standing on the outside of where we

were born!

(oh-oh-oh-oh) Headlights sweep across the asphalt where he stands

No time to make a trade with empty-handed fans

A missed chance fading as the music starts to die

He watches all the lucky ones walking on by

(walk on by)

Just one more track...

(oh-oh-oh) Holding onto that torn ticket stub