The story
He stays awake when the rest of the world goes dark.
Under the blue wash of midnight, he sits with the phone lit up, the house too quiet and the clock moving nowhere. The road out there keeps calling, but he stays with the empty room, nursing a drink and the kind of memory that gets louder after the lights go out.
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Lyrics
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