Leaving the suburbs for nights on the fringe
We shovel the snow just to give us the edge
Selling our bodies to unmarked cars
This Motor City can make us a star
Tell me what you want from me
Show me that the best of days
Won't end up behind me
I'm inching closer further south
Oil lamps are pouring out
A third wave, look out
Hold on (we were just having fun)
Is this love on the run?
Is our love on the run? (I don't need you now)