作词 : XianXiang
作曲 : XianXiang
编曲 : XianXiang
The kitchen bulb flickers its seventh goodbye
You count coins whispering "ramen packets last three more nights"
I crank up that clunker we bought off Craigslist
"Let's chase sunrise—gas gauge still claims forty miles"
Plastic bags dancing Walmart waltz in the breeze
Cashier girl hums off-key Shania through the speakers
We munch on day-old bread, count highway lines
You laugh "This escape beats caps and gowns any time"
Let the gossip crumble in our dust
My passenger seat's your peppermint throne
When moons cross seventeen state-line scars
We'll trace our shadows in this dented glow
Basement mold graffiti-ing eviction notes
You sketch tour posters in Salvation Army quilts
I jumper-cable my guitar to streetlamps
Old man taps his thermos to our parking lot blues
Remember when storms washed Route 66 away?
We huddled in that gas station lyric chain
Now GPS stopped screaming "TURN AROUND!"
The Milky Way's tailgating through rearview now
While red carpets bleach hollow vows bone-dry
We're casting lines in some no-name lake's sky
Every wrinkle holds the sand we chased
This rustbucket's ballad outshines diamonds' age
[00:00.000] 作词 : XianXiang
[00:01.000] 作曲 : XianXiang
[00:02.000] 编曲 : XianXiang
[00:06.309]The kitchen bulb flickers its seventh goodbye
[00:12.813]You count coins whispering "ramen packets last three more nights"
[00:19.963]I crank up that clunker we bought off Craigslist
[00:24.390]"Let's chase sunrise—gas gauge still claims forty miles"
[00:33.555]Plastic bags dancing Walmart waltz in the breeze
[00:40.249]Cashier girl hums off-key Shania through the speakers
[00:47.082]We munch on day-old bread, count highway lines
[00:51.389]You laugh "This escape beats caps and gowns any time"
[01:01.790]Let the gossip crumble in our dust
[01:07.691]My passenger seat's your peppermint throne
[01:14.529]When moons cross seventeen state-line scars
[01:21.049]We'll trace our shadows in this dented glow
[01:32.189]Basement mold graffiti-ing eviction notes
[01:38.297]You sketch tour posters in Salvation Army quilts
[01:45.380]I jumper-cable my guitar to streetlamps
[01:55.206]Old man taps his thermos to our parking lot blues
[01:59.117]Remember when storms washed Route 66 away?
[02:05.901]We huddled in that gas station lyric chain
[02:17.410]Now GPS stopped screaming "TURN AROUND!"
[02:17.702]The Milky Way's tailgating through rearview now
[02:23.155]While red carpets bleach hollow vows bone-dry
[02:29.833]We're casting lines in some no-name lake's sky
[02:37.250]Every wrinkle holds the sand we chased
[02:41.211]This rustbucket's ballad outshines diamonds' age