Rearview Neon
Restores arcade machines and writes songs that sound like the attract screens
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 7.8s
- length
- 4:14
- language
- En
lyrics
There's a tape stuck in the deck, it plays your song at every light. I don't look back, I don't correct — the highway hums you through the night. Chrome and rain and radio, some things fade, some things glow. Drive on, drive on, the neon in the rearview's gone, drive on, drive on, your memory rides shotgun till dawn, drive on — the night is warm, drive on — the tape plays on. Your sunglasses, the glovebox dark, a folded map we never read. We navigated by your heart. Now every road leads there instead. Drive on, drive on, the neon in the rearview's gone, drive on, drive on, your memory rides shotgun till dawn, drive on — the night is warm, drive on — the tape plays on. Eighty miles of open line, your ghost is doing eighty-nine. Drive on, drive on, the neon in the rearview's gone, drive on, drive on, your memory rides shotgun till dawn, drive on — the night is warm, drive on — the tape plays on. Drive on... drive on...