Motor City

First time in the Motor City

My fingers, cut on a rusted frame

I can’t get it right with the lights so bright

But I still play you

Bleed right through

Fame ride

The lowly name on the sign’s all mine

You’re not still listening, are you?

Because I think ought to

Full stop on my destiny

I need it now in the worst way

And each turn is cold

On the icy road we’ve carved out for ourselves

Tear right through

Fame ride

The lowly name on the sign’s all mine

You’re not still listening, are you?

Because I think I ought to

Same ride

We’ll blow your mind when the time’s right

You’re not still listening, are you?

I don’t want to let you down

Center frame

Come along with me

Center frame

Come along with me

I can feel our time start slipping away

Come along, come along

Center frame