Another washout, brakelights showing

Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing

Let's hear the outline

I see where it's going

I know where it came from

a bubble in the moment



Someone'll find out

Finishing the time

Crashing around

And one night you'll try it

Is something at stake?



Seen off safely, but I could've used

A chance at maybe, a time or two

One for the distance

and speaking of the roar

Stopping just to listen

at her number on the door



Isn't something calling,

coming as you go?

Never and always

and missing the throw?

With hours on the fade



It wasn't where you found it

returning late again

Waking dressed from before

in some week-long bed

Leave it all still made



Fall to a weak floor

and let it lay

Think of somebody

too far away

Get something easy

lost in the fuel?

Come back tomorrow

with a new excuse



Sparklers are passing

to the corners of the night

"I feel the heat, and they move on glowing

but I can pull away"