Letras
The neon's flickering like a ghost I used to know
The midnight rain is washing down the boulevard below
I'm holding on to shadows, baby, watching them turn gray
Wishing I could find the words I never got to say
Oh, I'm riding with the wind, but I'm standing still
Chasing after memories at the top of the hill
It's a bittersweet feel, a nostalgic kind of pain
Drinking up the sunshine while I'm crying in the rain
My old man's record spinning on a dusty plate
Counting every second, man, it's getting late
I see his reflection in the chrome and the steel
Trying to remember how the fire used to feel
Sometimes the road ahead looks like the one I left behind
A lonely stretch of highway in the corners of my mind
Yeah, the thrill is gone, but the melody remains