Track Insight / Lyrics
You left the book beside my fare
Its final page still warm from there
I caught your scent across the vinyl
A quiet clue that love was final
Your paperback waited by the glass
A coffee ring across the last
The meter clicked a patient rhythm
While midnight circled close to them
You marked a line beside the fold
A destination I was told
But books, like roads, keep secrets hidden
Till one last mile comes riding
You're on the last page of my night
The streetlamps flicker, holding tight
No words left underneath the thumbprint
Just one more turn before the sunrise
The dashboard hummed a borrowed tune
A windshield blueprint spread too soon
Your reading light threw amber ribbons
Across the curb where tired hearts listen
I've driven rain from end to end
And carried strangers back to friends
But road maps never show the distance
That lives inside a quiet instance
You're on the last page of my night
The streetlamps flicker, holding tight
No words left underneath the thumbprint
Just one more turn before the sunrise
The book was heavy in my coat
A pressed receipt from some remote note
Your pencil rested where the porch waited
For footsteps that the evening faded
Then red lights cast their copper glow
Across the words I'd come to know
One proverb lived beneath the binding
That roads can mend the wary mind
You're on the last page of my night
The streetlamps flicker, holding tight
No words left underneath the thumbprint
Just one more turn before the sunrise
At dawn I parked beneath the elm
The final chapter lay in hand
Your name looked small beside the title
Like road dust caught in morning sunlight
The engine cooled, the meter slept
A promise between breaths they kept
You opened up the creased leather
And read the road had brought us thither
You're on the last page of my night
The streetlamps shimmer, holding tight
The town ahead is waking slowly
And somewhere, somehow, you are following
You're on the last page of my night
The streetlamps burn a steady light
No final words beneath the thumbprint
Just one more turn before the sunrise
We're on the last page, turning right
With stubborn hope beside us bright
The borrowed book is closed at last
The fare is paid, the morning's passed
I'll keep the road beside me humming
A new beginning, softly coming
