I was driving home and I caught a shooting star,
listening to the wolves
on an old album that she sent me.
Out. Under the night.
The night, it fights me now.
I was driving home when I saw moving cars.
Tired, then it was come dance
and my eyes were back on the sky.
I wanna run this red light.
It’s right there, then red light.
Why do I start stopping?
Let me through this red light.
It’s all made up, red lights.
Why do I always stop me?
We’ll take this worn out town.
Little breathers don’t bring us down.
Bring a storm to this desert town.
Let me through this red light
so I can have my time.