Smoke rolls out into the midnight air
Rain taps the roof like it’s whisperin’ a prayer
Radio hums low like a heart gone slow
Following the white lines where memories grow
Her laughter lingers in the rearview’s haze
Ghost of her smile in the lightning’s blaze
I grip the wheel like I’m holding her hand
But it slips through my fingers like desert sand
Riding in the rain with the past riding shotgun
Every mile’s a memory that I can’t outrun
The glow of the lines keeps her shadow alive
But it’s a hard way to survive a haunting refrain she's not mine
Ash falls down like snow on my jeans
Each drag pulls me deeper into old scenes
Her perfume’s a ghost in the seat beside me
Fading like the taillights of a dream I can’t see
The midnight speaks in the rhythm of rain
A choir of sorrow and sweet Aching pain
Every turn of the wheel feels like a goodbye the wind whispering through the window soft and low in my ear from her gentle lips I don't ever want this to end
the road keeps calling like a tear-streaked sky
Rain's tapping soft on the hood tonight
Smoke curls lazy in the dim dashboard light
The radio whispers like a ghost in the air
Tracing the lines
Memories everywhere
The wheels hum low like a lonesome tune
Clouds swallowing stars
Hiding the moon
I see her face in the slick asphalt shine
Ashes fall like seconds slipping away
Each drag a memory I can't make stay
The rearview plays our greatest hits slow
Every mile’s a memory that I can’t outrun
following the white lines as they glow in the midnight rain memories riding shotgun a haunting refrain she's not mine
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