Asphalt Absolution

[Verse 1]
Check-engine been on since last October, the vinyl's got a memory
Of her left hand drumming quiet on the console right next to me.
We pass the airport fence line, see the bellies of the planes,
Another flight to somewhere that ain't drowning in the rains
Of silence in the kitchen, of the keys left in the lock,
The whole damn city's breathing on the ticking of my clock.
He gripped the wheel so hard I felt the strain inside my frame,
She just whispered, 'drive,' and that was all I heard her say.

[Verse 2]
For six years straight the route was just the same old tired loop,
From his shift back to her place, a two-person lonely troop.
But tonight he took the exit up on Buford Highway north,
And the pressure in my cabin felt like something giving forth.
It's the bad wiring, the circuits that were never meant to hold
This kinda voltage running hot when everything feels cold.
And I swear at 3:02, when a streetlight hit his face,
The look was not like anger, it was something like… grace.

[Hook]
The weight is off the axle now,
The static's off the line.
Thank God for the breakdown,
Thank God for the sign.

[Outro]
Thank God for the breakdown,
Thank God for the sign.