Camry Nights

Colin grips the cracked steering wheel

Zacharina counts the ones we made

today

This beat up Camry's our only shield

On this endless interstate

Smell of grease on our worn-out sleeves

Clocking out just to run away (run away)

Late night shifts at the drive-thru lane Making tacos in the pouring

rain Just two lost kids in a rusted frame Colin and Zacharina

against the pain

We park behind the neon-free sign

Share a cold drink and look at the stars

Your hand on my knee,

we'll be fine

Counting up our tips in jars

Late night shifts at the drive-thru lane Making tacos in the pouring

rain Just two lost kids in a rusted frame Colin and Zacharina

against the pain

Just this Camry

and you... (always you)