Текст песни
Diner booth, two a.m.
Coffee cold, talkin' again
You got that look, the one I know
The one that says you gotta go
I trace the cracks in the vinyl seat
You check your phone, tap your feet
Some love's just a borrowed dress
Looks good but never really fits, I guess
So go on, take the highway
Go on, find your new day
I'll be here when the night gets long
Singing the same old sad song
Go on, baby, go on
First time you held my hand
We were standing in the sand
Said the ocean made you feel small
I guess I'm not the ocean, not at all
I kept your note in a shoebox
With the tickets and the broken locks
Every word you ever wrote
Now just fuel for the smoke
So go on, take the highway
Go on, find your new day
I'll be here when the night gets long
Singing the same old sad song
Go on, baby, go on
And if you ever think of me
On some coast, by some sea
Just know I'm fine, I learned to lie
I'm good at waving goodbye
Diner booth, two a.m.
Coffee cold, talking to myself again
You're gone, and that's okay
I'll be alright someday
