Neon Highway (feat. Ryder Ashe)
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Sun comes up on another motel room
Bag's half-packed and the coffee's like doom
Another broken town, another crooked smile
Chasing neon dreams for a thousand miles
Fingers bleeding on this six-string soul
Another night, another piece of my whole
Rolling down these neon highways
Chasing songs and lost yesterdays
The nights are wild, the days are long
Living fast on a dying song
No love, no ties, just empty skies
Rolling down these neon highways
Smoke and whiskey burning up my lungs
Empty promises on every tongue
She said she loved me 'til the morning light
But she's a ghost by the next twilight
Bar tabs rising, my hopes fall low
Another town, another one-man show
Rolling down these neon highways
Chasing songs and lost yesterdays
The nights are wild, the days are long
Living fast on a dying song
No love, no ties, just empty skies
Rolling down these neon highways
Steel strings cry when the heart can't talk
Drifting like smoke down a dead-end walk
Bright lights, dark rooms, fleeting fame
Trading my soul for another name
Woke up face down in another strange town
Neon signs flickering, shutting me down
Dreams for sale, half-off and torn
Playing for tips and weathering storms
No map, no plan, just the music and me
And the ghost of who I used to be
Bag's half-packed and the coffee's like doom
Another broken town, another crooked smile
Chasing neon dreams for a thousand miles
Fingers bleeding on this six-string soul
Another night, another piece of my whole
Rolling down these neon highways
Chasing songs and lost yesterdays
The nights are wild, the days are long
Living fast on a dying song
No love, no ties, just empty skies
Rolling down these neon highways
Smoke and whiskey burning up my lungs
Empty promises on every tongue
She said she loved me 'til the morning light
But she's a ghost by the next twilight
Bar tabs rising, my hopes fall low
Another town, another one-man show
Rolling down these neon highways
Chasing songs and lost yesterdays
The nights are wild, the days are long
Living fast on a dying song
No love, no ties, just empty skies
Rolling down these neon highways
Steel strings cry when the heart can't talk
Drifting like smoke down a dead-end walk
Bright lights, dark rooms, fleeting fame
Trading my soul for another name
Woke up face down in another strange town
Neon signs flickering, shutting me down
Dreams for sale, half-off and torn
Playing for tips and weathering storms
No map, no plan, just the music and me
And the ghost of who I used to be