Afterglow Drive

Three AM, the streets are wide and bare

Just the hum of rubber on concrete

Cold dash light catching on your empty chair (so far away now)

And the streetlights blur like falling stars In the quiet of this

yellow glow Driving through the ghost of what was ours

With nowhere left to go

I still see your hand against the glass

Traces that the winter couldn't clear

Funny how the longest nights can pass And leave you standing here

Just a shadow in the rearview mirror

(just a shadow)

And the streetlights blur like falling stars In the quiet of this

yellow glow Driving through the ghost of what was ours

With nowhere left

to go

(nowhere left to go)