Window fogs as I exhale slow
City lights drift, soft and low
Your voice still lingers in my head
Like something I almost said
Night plays back what I felt
In moments I tried to withhold
On this late ride home
I’m not alone
Memories sit beside me
Like songs I never wrote
The world moves quiet and unknown
On this late ride home
Backseat shadows blur and bend
No rush, no need to pretend
Traffic hums in lullaby
Your smile still floats in my sky
I trace the streetlight’s golden thread
Back to the words we never said
On this late ride home
I’m not alone
Memories sit beside me
Like songs I never wrote
The world moves quiet and unknown
On this late ride home
It’s peaceful here, between the days
In this in-between, I want to stay
On this late ride home
Midnight’s my dome
With heartbeats fading slow
And nowhere else to go
I ride through what we’ve left unshown
On this late ride home