[INTRO — instrumental, warm keys, round bass, swinging drums] [VERSE 1 — conversational flow, unhurried] Benny's leaving in the morning, U-Haul idling by the curb (uh) Boxes stacked like little towers where his posters used to perch He says one more lap around the town, nobody says a word We just pile in the old Camry like we always did for worse TJ shotgun with the aux, playing something from the tenth Grade summer when we thought the world would fit inside this bench Seat, Marcus in the middle with his knees up to his chin I'm behind the wheel like always, asking where to begin [HOOK — melodic, warm] One more lap, one more lap 'Round the block where we learned to act Like we weren't scared of growing up One more lap, one more lap If the streetlights blur, don't look back Just say the names, I'll drive us up (one more lap) [VERSE 2 — faster flow, painting pictures] Past the field where TJ broke his wrist trying to skate the rail Still bent, still rusted, still the site of every fail We ever measured as a win because we got back up Past the diner where I met my first, she works there still, that's nuts Hair pinned different, same old apron, waving like she knew Tonight's the night we drive the ghosts and say 'em out the blue Marcus points the lot where his daddy taught him how to park Says he only hits the right side now, keeps the left side dark And Benny quiet in the mirror, watching every corner pass Like a man recording reels with nothing left to cast [BRIDGE — drums pull back, keys only, close voice] We stop at the hill where the whole town lays flat Houses like a board game, and we bigger than all that Benny says y'all think it's different anywhere And nobody answers 'cause the answer's in the air Wherever you go, you bring the same four guys The same dumb jokes, the same September skies He nods like he don't believe it, but he takes it anyway Some things you say at midnight so they're with him on the plane [VERSE 3 — flow opens up, resolve] Gas light on, quarter tank, we circle back to his street U-Haul still waiting, big yellow patient beast He don't get out for a minute, we don't rush him out the door Some laps you take forever even when you know the score Then he hugs us one by one, same order since we're ten TJ, Marcus, then me — says see you when I see you, then And I watch him in the mirror of a car that watched us grow One more lap around the block, real slow, real slow [HOOK — soft, all voices together] One more lap, one more lap 'Round the block where we learned to act Like we weren't scared of growing up One more lap, one more lap If the streetlights blur, don't look back Just say the names, I'll drive us up (one more lap) [OUTRO — keys and bass ride out] (one more lap... one more lap...)
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