[0:16 – 0:55] Verse 1
(Low-gain guitar + snare rimshots)
Tires hum low on a westbound lane,
Gas station coffee and a head full of pain.
Dust on my boots, smoke in my veins,
Ain’t runnin’ from love, just runnin’ from her name.
Last call light hit my rearview glass,
Songs about you still kick my ass.
I swore I’d quit, but I never do,
Guess whiskey just tastes better thinkin’ ‘bout you.
(Band swells into next section)
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[0:56 – 1:30] Chorus 1
(Full band in, open hi-hat groove)
It’s just midnight in Midland, same ol’ sky burnin’ red,
That small-town feel with a song in my head.
Heart still bleedin’ where the truth got said,
Ain’t dead yet — just wishin’ I was instead.
Turn that Treaty up loud, let the backroads spin,
Where the broken hearts learn to feel again.
Yeah, it’s midnight in Midland —
And I’m still chasin’ what I can’t defend.
(Short guitar riff transition — bluesy lick into next verse)
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[1:31 – 2:05] Verse 2
(Rhythm guitar cuts back / bass walks)
Neon buzz and a barstool prayer,
She’s dancin’ somewhere, I ain’t there.
CCREV playin’ on the worn-out stage,
And I’m singin’ along, just hidin’ the rage.
Fox N’ Vead on a Friday night,
Soundtrack to losin’ another fight.
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t clean,
Just somewhere stuck in between.
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[2:06 – 2:40] Chorus 2
(Add extra backing vocals + harmonies)
It’s just midnight in Midland, same ol’ sky burnin’ red,
That small-town feel with a song in my head.
Heart still bleedin’ where the truth got said,
Ain’t dead yet — just wishin’ I was instead.
Turn that Treaty up loud, let the backroads spin,
Where the broken hearts learn to feel again.
Yeah, it’s midnight in Midland —
And I’m still chasin’ what I can’t defend.
(Band breaks down to drums and bass)
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[2:41 – 3:05] Bridge
(Bluesy lead guitar + vocal grit)
She’s long gone but her ghost still sings,
Every chord I play got her pullin’ my strings.
I ain’t healed, I just learned to pretend,
That every song’s an answer, not the end.
(Guitar solo – 8 bars – slide lead builds into final chorus)
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[3:06 – 3:50] Final Chorus + Outro
(Full band all in – anthemic energy)
It’s just midnight in Midland, same ol’ sky burnin’ red,
That small-town feel with a song in my head.
The band plays on, I raise my glass,
To the ones we lost and the ones that passed.
Turn that Treaty up loud, let the night begin,
Where the heartbreak fades but the soul don’t mend.
Yeah, it’s midnight in Midland —
And I’d still do it all again.
