[Verse 1] Midnight voices spilling from the radio White lines flicker in a strobe below Your reflection drifts across the glass The exit signs blur and disappear behind us Rolling tires, a low electric drone Two a.m. and nowhere feels like home No itinerary written in the dark Just distant towers fading into black [Pre-Chorus] Lane markers pulling us westward now The horizon slowly swallowing the towns Every signal falls away somehow Leave it behind, don’t turn around [Chorus] Chasing signal through the midnight blue Every mile rewrites the truth No arrivals, nothing to defend Just the pulse beneath the engine’s skin Past the truck-stop halos burning gold Past the stories we’ve already told Holding steady somewhere in-between Lost inside the blur of moving scenes [Verse 2] Dashboard glow painting silver on your hands Radio ghosts drifting through the airwaves The highway bends and disappears from sight Drawn forward by the gravity of light Cold air rushing through the cracked window Every hour turns another town to lights The rearview fills with places turning small We don’t need to outrun them at all [Pre-Chorus] Lane markers pulling us westward now The horizon slowly swallowing the towns Every signal falls away somehow Leave it behind, don’t turn around [Chorus] Chasing signal through the midnight blue Every mile rewrites the truth No arrivals, nothing to defend Just the pulse beneath the engine’s skin Past the truck-stop halos burning gold Past the stories we’ve already told Holding steady somewhere in-between Lost inside the blur of moving scenes [Bridge] Turn it up till the windows shake (windows shake) Loose change rattling in the console tray (console tray) Bass rolls across the dashboard (dashboard) Only asphalt unwinding mile by mile Turn it up till the windows shake (windows shake) Radio ghosts fade into the static (the static) Everything we carried fades away Like headlights swallowed by the rain [Final Chorus] Chasing signal through the midnight blue Every mile rewrites the truth No arrivals, nothing to defend Just the pulse beneath the engine’s skin Past the truck-stop halos burning gold Past the stories we’ve already told Holding steady somewhere in-between Lost inside the blur of moving scenes [Outro] The fuel gauge drops, the sky grows pale Morning gathers on the guardrails No promises, no grand design Just the road unfolding one more line Chasing signal, you and me Somewhere beyond what we used to be The station fades into the deep Still moving while the world sleeps
