The story
Bright lights fade as the leaving starts.
Under the neon wash, he stands where the parking lot meets the dark, watching the last orange strip slip behind the barns. The goodbye is already in motion in the dim glow, with engines idling and one more look held too long. When the lights blink on, what remains is the empty road and the ache of not turning back.
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Lyrics
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