Backseat After Midnight

Keys in the ignition. Your scent on my sleeve. I take the long way home, Just to help me breathe. Red brake lights fading, Down on Mercy Street. I see your face in every glass, Every passing seat. And I swear I hear you in the turn Of the wheel. In the hum of the pavement, in the way I still feel. Backseat after midnight, Keep chasing that ride. Backseat after midnight, where you used to hide. Come back, come backseat after midnight. Your name on my mind. Backseat after midnight, still lost in your shine. Corner store still open. Same old, same old neon sign. I buy a pack of nothing And a little more time. Your laugh in the rain, On a window pane. I roll past the places, but they feel the Same. And I swear I hear you in the Turn of the wheel. In the hum of the pavement, in the way I still feel. Backseat after midnight, I keep chasing that ride. Backseat after midnight, where you used to hide. Come back, backseat after midnight. Your name on my mind. Backseat after midnight, still lost in your shine. If I slowed down now, would you meet me Halfway? If I turned this car around, would you say My name? Hey, the moon on the hood, The radio low. I'm holding a memory that-that won't let go. Backseat after midnight, I keep chasing that ride. Backseat after midnight, where You used to hide. Come back, come backseat after Midnight. Your name on my mind. Backseat after midnight, still lost in your shine.