My tubes are hot and humming red
While the drive-in movie's dead
The ticket booth is peeling paint
And the summer air is faint
I buzz in the midnight air
Watching roads that lead nowhere
A flickering crimson glow
Waiting for the cars to go
The asphalt cracks beneath the moon
The winter wind is coming soon
The projector screen is torn and grey
Where the movie stars used to play
I buzz in the midnight air
Watching roads that lead nowhere
A flickering crimson glow
Waiting for the cars to go
I saw a rusted Chevy glide
With a lonely ghost inside
He stopped his engine by the gate
But he realized he was late
The current leaps inside my glass
I watch the heavy seasons pass
The voltage shakes my iron frame
Until the morning kills the game
A stray dog sleeps beside the curb
Not a single sound to disturb
The grease is thick on the diner floor
Nobody opens up the door
I buzz in the midnight air
Watching roads that lead nowhere
A flickering crimson glow
Waiting for the cars to go
My gas is low and my wires fray
I've waited here since yesterday
The copper burns a steady gold
Before the night turns bitter cold
I buzz in the midnight air
Watching roads that lead nowhere
A flickering crimson glow
Waiting for the cars to go
Just a humming red.
Waiting for the cars to go.
