[Verse 1] The wheels of the clock were choked with rust Every shadow settled like a layer of dust We stood where the highway meets the grey Waiting for the stars to find something to say
You reached for my hand like you weren’t sure Like the world might split in the middle of the floor Your thumb traced circles on my wrist Like you were timing every risk
[Chorus] Hold on We’re twenty miles from anything Just taillights fading No one listening If this is all we ever get A sky burnt out A cigarette Then let the rust keep turning slow If you let go I won’t let go
[Verse 2] The hum of the trucks rolled past our feet Leaving tire ghosts in the summer heat You laughed too loud at something small Said “If I start crying I won’t stop at all”
Your jacket wrapped around my knees Oil on your cuffs Smell of gasoline You said “I’m tired of almost Tired of wait” And kissed me hard like slamming on the brakes
[Chorus] Hold on We’re twenty miles from anything Just taillights fading No one listening If this is all we ever get A sky burnt out A cigarette Then let the rust keep turning slow If you let go I won’t let go
[Bridge] Years from now when the gears give out (oh oh) When the faces blur and the road’s worn down Will you remember that quiet shoulder Where the night grew loud as our hearts grew bolder
[Chorus] Hold on We’re twenty miles from anything Just taillights fading No one listening If this is all we ever get A sky burnt out A cigarette Then let the rust keep turning slow If you let go I won’t let go If you let go I won’t let go
Style of Music
Moody indie folk ballad, male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft upright bass, brushed snare entering at the first chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; choruses widen with airy harmonies and a subtle organ pad. Bridge swells with bowed strings, then everything drops to guitar and voice for the final chorus line.