Better phone in for an angel
Or some other message from above
Something that defies imagination
And all of your stories built from dust
I’m at the close of the open road I’m heading home
Nothing but dead ends, U-turns and lost love
I’ve seen your blood, seen your ghost that haunts the open road
I turned around just see that you’re not alone and moved on
You’re a ticking time bomb, baby
It's barely minutes before you explode
Into an enigmatic femme fatale
The shards of beauty, gonna break some hearts
I walk by a silent disco
I watch it play out like
Like a 21st century fresco
And the DJ is pure Art Deco
I’m at the close of the open road, I’m heading home
Nothing but dead ends, U-turns and lost love
I’ve seen your blood, seen your ghost that haunts the open road
I turn around just see that you’re not alone and moved on.