Coffee, candy, seats are sandy in the car that we drove from the south pier
Hitched a ride with the band and decided to stay for just another year
We get up to go downtown
Apparitions in the night
Running round with the sound of your voice and the choice between wrong and right
I've been running on fumes, trying to make it through
Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon
Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah
Red sun sinking sets me thinking 'bout direction, connections they come and go
Bleary-eyed, I come to realize the road keeps heading home
Looking out from the inside
Life can be a lonesome dream
Plug it in, crank it up, hum along like a motor in a mad machine
And I'm running on fumes, trying to make it through
Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon
Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah
I'm running on fumes and I'm running out of time
Gonna leave it all behind
Down to my last alibi, alibi
Coffee, candy, seats are sandy in the car that we drove from the south pier
Hitched a ride with the band and decided to stay for just another year
I been running on fumes, trying to make it through
Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon
I been running on fumes, trying to make it through
Trying to get back to you, I know I've gotta make it soon
Running on fumes, woah-oah woah-oah woah-oah wo-oah

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Writer(s): DYLAN ALTMAN, GABRIEL BARRY DIXON