Drove up for the weekend
It was more than she had bargained
The spotlight has a way of melting
Flammable hearts
In the hard to reach parts
She was depending on the same old air
Drove up for the weekend
It was more than he could pocket
Ironed out his conscience
Wrinkles condensed
At someone else's expense
He was depending on the same old air
To tell him she was still there
Despite it all
They can only hide
In the chords for so long
Drove up for the weekend
More scared than they had cared to pretend
Lakeside benches
And stars in the fire
Wondering which ones had died
They were depending on the same old air
To tell them something was still there
Despite it all
Melody from feelings
Under the rain
Will they feel it again?
