We were fire in the midnight rain,
tangled promises we can’t explain.
I still hear your keys on the kitchen glass,
echoes of forever that couldn’t last.
Now we ride on parallel lines,
headlights fading in separate times.
I let the wheel go, you let it slide—
love becomes a song that we can’t rewind.
Still your name lifts with every dawn,
but the road rolls on, the road rolls on.