Saw your silhouette in every city light, A blur of motion in the middle of the night. You're tracking the tires, you're reading the signs, Crossed a few borders and too many lines. We skipped the breakfast, we shut all the doors, But there you were waiting on the mezzanine floors. It's a long road home for a ghost on the run, You're chasing a shadow that's already done... Take a hint, the signal is dead Get the image outta your head We're playing for the crowd, not for you There's nothing left for us to do Take a hint, the lights are low It's time for you to let it go The laminated pass won't buy you a seat, Just more cold coffee and concrete on the street. From the coast of the pine to the valley of dust, You're putting your heart in a machine full of rust. Check the schedule, check the mood, We aren't in the market for the attitude. You're reading the map with the ink running thin, But nobody's letting the winter air in... Take a hint, the signal is dead Get the image outta your head We're playing for the crowd, not for you There's nothing left for us to do Take a hint, the lights are low It's time for you to let it go Step back just a little... Turn around, look at the mirror... You're looking for a face that isn't there... Breathing in the smoke and the stale air... Take a hint, the signal is dead Get the image outta your head We're playing for the crowd, not for you There's nothing left for us to do Take a hint, the lights are low It's time for you to let it go Ain't gonna happen baby... Take a hint (seriously) Get yourself gone!
