After Hours Ride

(one, two, three, four!) Lock the counter,

turn the key

Baking flour on my sleeve

Yellow raincoat in the corner of the hall

Still wet and hanging on the wall

I'm taking the long way tonight

Past the flickering yellow light (wooah)

Drive into the open road

Leave behind the heavy load

Shift is over, now we fly

Underneath the dark grey sky (hey,

hey!)

Raincoat's dripping on the floor

As I steer away from the kitchen door

No more timer, no more heat

Just the engine and the empty street

Drive into the open road (leaving it all)

Behind the bakery door