Letra
Verse
Concrete cracks under worn-out soles
Counting minutes, losing control
The schedule is a lie we believe
With nothing but static up our sleeve
Chorus
One bus route, one dead end
Waiting on a ghost, waiting on a friend
Seventeen and the lights are dim
The wheels spin slow on a broken rim
Verse
Main Street sleeps in a heavy haze
Lost in a seventeen-year-old maze
The engine coughs and the diesel screams
Tearing through our teenage dreams
Chorus
One bus route, one dead end
Waiting on a ghost, waiting on a friend
Seventeen and the lights are dim
The wheels spin slow on a broken rim
Bridge
Static on the radio, grit in the air
Looking for a way out, anywhere
Just a flicker in the rearview glass
Watching all the empty miles pass
Chorus
One bus route, one dead end
Waiting on a ghost, waiting on a friend
Seventeen and the lights are dim
The wheels spin slow on a broken rim
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