You can’t do what you should,
so you’re sitting in a diner by yourself
at sometime like 2 in the morning,
wondering where it went;
what you had just yesterday,
that life you knew was just about to suit you,
but you couldn’t convince to happen.
You and your pride are the last one’s out,
into a night that feels like a second chance.
Only the stars see you smiling.
Everyone else has gone to bed,
and that’s good, you think,
because you couldn’t breathe in
these hours with an audience.
You couldn’t start again
because they know you.
These stars are out for you alone.
The moon makes even your sadness glow.
This time it’s gonna be different
and everything is really gonna work.
You roll down your windows
and sing out loud to the radio
The air you breathe is telling you
that you are still alive,
lucky to be alive.
The highway and the stars must be in love
and you’re catching how they feel.
It’s all for you tonight.
You wonder how far you could go,
if you pointed your car to the moon,
and kept on driving.
Finally you’d be something beautiful
a guy and his car that vanished in the night
and left a shining.