You put your money in, the record spins, and Elvis comes to lifeIn a truck stop diner on the side of highway 95Oh and the salty few on their barstools are giving us the eyeBut, honey, it's just us and the horizon tonightThe highway gleams with unbridled dreams and our stolen search for that whichWe could never put our finger on but could always feel its absenceOh and the homes we knew will forget us too and the wheels will continue to spinBut honey, tonight it's just us and the horizonThe habits that we wore lie in tatters on the floorOf every crumbling building whose doorsteps we'll darken nevermoreOh and you ask me if I'm scared, god damn, I’m scared of everythingBut what keeps me up at night is settlingFor a narrative that's been written a thousand sour timesSo honey, let's riot in the horizon tonightHallelujah, nothing left to loseGot nothing left to lose but youMy blue moon