Late Night Ride

(yeah) Spilling ink under a single bulb

Watching how the ink and the thoughts unfold No rush,

just leaning on the steady grid Thinking back to everything we ever

did (uh-huh)

With a notebook open and the world outside Letting the late night

be the perfect guide

It's the late-night gold,

keeping us alive

(yeah, keeping us alive) When the block gets quiet,

only we survive

Yeah, we find our peace in the middle of the spin Letting

the record play,

letting it begin

(letting it begin, uh)

Dust on the needle but the sound is clear No static in

the lane when I speak my year I kept it low-key while

the others made a scene Now we're cruising on a rhythmic,

steady-moving stream (just

coasting)

Keep the focus sharp,

let the track breathe

There's a lot of things up my rolled-up sleeve

Underneath the filtered sweep,

we can see the dawn

(see the dawn)

Even when the heavy lights are completely gone

It's the late-night gold,

keeping us alive (keeping us alive) When the block gets quiet,

only we survive

Yeah, we find our peace in the middle of the spin Letting

the record play,

letting it begin

(letting it begin, yeah)

Just letting it begin... (yeah)