[Intro] (Warm Rhodes piano chords over a soft sub-bass pulse; faint rimshot pattern enters) (Whispered / Spoken softly) Past two in the morning... I know I should be heading home. (Sigh) Just leave the radio low, Marcus. [Verse 1] Session ended round midnight, paper cups on the floor You picked up your car keys and led me out the door Cold Atlanta night air hit us both in the face Said you knew a little diner at an off-street place Over late-night french fries and quarter-pound meals You made me laugh so hard I forgot how this feels You remembered how I take my coffee, light on the cream Told a joke about the industry that made us both scream Riding down Peachtree, heater humming real low An old 112 song playing soft on the radio Your hand on the steering wheel, mine on my lap Tracing every street light on this city map. [Pre-Chorus] Then I catch a quick glimpse of the dashboard clock And the quiet little neighborhood at the end of the block It hits me so subtle, how fast time can move When you’re leaning on a feeling that you can’t quite prove. [Chorus] ’Cause we’re holding onto hours we don’t get to keep Talking sweet and gentle while the whole city sleeps It feels so warm, it feels so right Holding you tight in this borrowed night We don’t say a word about what happens at dawn Or if I’m just a visitor when the darkness is gone I’m wrapped in your jacket, bathed in the street light Loving every second of this borrowed night. [Verse 2] You pull off the main road and park by the trees Rolling down your window just to catch a cool breeze You tell me ’bout your mama back in North Carolina Said you haven't seen her since late last November The way your eyes soften when you share a piece of home Makes me feel like I’m the only girl you’ve ever known You pull me in closer, fingers tangled in my hair For twenty sweet minutes, there ain't nobody else there And I wanna ask you where we stand in the light If you’re gonna call tomorrow or if this is just tonight But I choke back the words ’cause the air feels so good And I don’t wanna break what I haven't understood. [Pre-Chorus] So I glance at the time as you turn off the keys Listening to the gentle rustle of the oak tree leaves It hits me so subtle, how fast time can move When you’re leaning on a feeling that you can’t quite prove. [Chorus] ’Cause we’re holding onto hours we don’t get to keep Talking sweet and gentle while the whole city sleeps It feels so warm, it feels so right Holding you tight in this borrowed night We don’t say a word about what happens at dawn Or if I’m just a visitor when the darkness is gone I’m wrapped in your jacket, bathed in the street light Loving every second of this borrowed night. [Bridge] (Drums drop out; only ambient Rhodes, subtle bass swell, and close-mic lead vocal) I don't wanna demand a promise you ain't ready to make I don't wanna take a heart that ain't mine to take Maybe this is real, maybe this is just a sweet delay Before we go our separate ways at the break of day... I’m just trying not to ruin what we got right now Even if I keep wondering... when and how. [Final Chorus] (Full instrumentation returns with layered vocal harmonies and subtle ad-libs) ’Cause we’re holding onto hours we don’t get to keep (Yeah, we don't get to keep) Talking sweet and gentle while the whole city sleeps It feels so warm, it feels so right (It feels so right, Marcus) Holding you tight in this borrowed night We don’t say a word about what happens at dawn Or if I’m still your girl when the morning comes on I’m wrapped in your jacket, bathed in the street light Grateful for the beauty of this borrowed night... (So grateful for this night...) [Outro] (Rhodes vamp slowly; bass and percussion gradually fade) Car idling soft in my driveway... You lean across and kiss my cheek. (Spoken softly) "I'll see you in the studio..." Borrowed night... but I'm holding on. (Fade out on warm synth texture)
