Rain-Streaked Roads

(ahhhh) A flyer warped by late August rain

Outside the corner store,

fading in the glare

You screenshotted the chat and closed the page

Deleted everything, like you were never there

And the opener who only got three songs

Is packing up his gear in the dark

Windows down, we are flying through the night

Feel the heavy summer air,

everything is bright

(ooh-ooh) No looking back,

we're leaving it behind

The headliners are sleeping in the van

We're driving past the state line,

chase the dawn

Another screenshot gone from your hand

A silent screen before the light is gone

Windows down, we are flying through the night

Feel the heavy summer air,

everything is bright (ooh-ooh) No looking back,

we're leaving it behind

Leaving it behind (yeah)