Dad let me drive his Chevy through the midnight rain
The radio played Springsteen, static like a prayer
He said: Son, the road’s a mirror, don’t stare too long
Now I’m 35 and every song feels wrong

We built a fire with the logs we stole
Now it’s ashes and a half-empty soul
The world spins fast, but we’re slow-dancing here
Beginners in a game without rules, without fear

We’re just fading Polaroids in a rusty frame
Colors bleeding into yesterday’s name
Hold me close before the edges disappear
Love’s the only light that outlives the years

Mom saved ticket stubs from movies we never saw
Her dreams folded small, like a note in a drawer
The TV still hums those old black-and-white lies
But the screen’s cracked where she used to cry

We built a fire with the logs we stole
Now it’s ashes and a half-empty soul
The world spins fast, but we’re slow-dancing here
Beginners in a game without rules, without fear

We’re just fading Polaroids in a rusty frame
Colors bleeding into yesterday’s name
Hold me close before the edges disappear
Love’s the only light that outlives the years