[Intro — filtered vocal] Oh-oh… Yeah… Last ride tonight… Where are we going? [Verse 1] Two in the morning, empty avenue, Rain across the windshield, city fading blue. I was driving number nine toward the edge of town, When a stranger at the terminal quietly sat down. He named an old station I had never seen, Said, “Take the river road, you know what I mean.” But something in his voice made the years unwind, Like a half-forgotten song buried in my mind. [Pre-Chorus] And we ride, ride, ride through the sleeping streets, Past the broken signs and the memories. Every corner feels like somewhere I have known, On the last bus home. [CHORUS — BIG DROP] We’re riding through the midnight, Where the old streetlights still glow, Every mile becomes a memory, Every turn takes me back home. Through the places time has taken, Through the years I left behind, There’s a stranger in my mirror With a face that looks like mine. Oh-oh-oh, keep the engine rolling, Oh-oh-oh, where this road is going, The city sleeps while the headlights roam, On the last, last bus home. [Verse 2] He pointed through the window at an empty parking lot, Said, “There was a record store here — you loved this spot.” Then a schoolyard in the darkness, then a cinema marquee, Every place he mentioned held a piece of history. I looked into the mirror and I finally saw, The jacket that I wore when I was twenty-four. He smiled like he’d been waiting for me to understand, Then placed an old bus ticket gently in my hand. [Pre-Chorus] And we ride, ride, ride through the sleeping streets, Past the broken signs and the memories. Every corner feels like somewhere I have known, On the last bus home. [CHORUS — BIG DROP] We’re riding through the midnight, Where the old streetlights still glow, Every mile becomes a memory, Every turn takes me back home. Through the places time has taken, Through the years I left behind, There’s a stranger in my mirror With a face that looks like mine. Oh-oh-oh, keep the engine rolling, Oh-oh-oh, where this road is going, The city sleeps while the headlights roam, On the last, last bus home. [Bridge — stripped back] At the final stop… He stood beside the door. Said, “You forgot the dreams We used to live for.” The doors opened wide, But nobody stepped outside. I turned around… There was only an empty seat behind. [FINAL DROP] I’m riding through the midnight, And the old streetlights still glow, Every mile becomes a memory, But I finally understand the road. All the years I thought were missing Never really left my side, There’s a younger man still dancing Somewhere underneath these lights. Oh-oh-oh, keep the engine rolling, Oh-oh-oh, now I know where I’m going, The morning comes and the skyline glows, On the last, last bus home. [Outro — fading vocal] First light is coming… The city starts to wake… An old ticket in my hand… And one more road to take.
