Blue Moon

You put your money in, the record spins, and Elvis comes to life
In a truck stop diner on the side of highway 95
Oh and the salty few on their barstools are giving us the eye
But, honey, it's just us and the horizon tonight

The highway gleams with unbridled dreams and our stolen search for that which
We could never put our finger on but could always feel its absence
Oh and the homes we knew will forget us too and the wheels will continue to spin
But honey, tonight it's just us and the horizon

The habits that we wore lie in tatters on the floor
Of every crumbling building whose doorsteps we'll darken nevermore

Oh and you ask me if I'm scared, god damn, I’m scared of everything
But what keeps me up at night is settling
For a narrative that's been written a thousand sour times
So honey, let's riot in the horizon tonight

Hallelujah, nothing left to lose
Got nothing left to lose but you
My blue moon