Dial-Up Dreams at Midnight

I found your name in the blue light again

Under the hum of the street in the rain

Old photos spinning on a handheld screen

Flicker like the places we used to dream

Winter's down on summer road

Dashlights soft as the Molly stool

Your laugh still lives in the afterglow

Every turn brings it back, you know

We were young in the glow of a midnight scream

Chasing time to the static, chasing what could be

And I replay the past like a favorite scene

On and on, on and on

In a summer machine

Now the city keeps blinking gold

Every corner has a story to hold

I hear a song in the traffic noise

A ghost of the night, a spark, a voice

The highway burned in our paper sky

We were making forever from a borrowed drive

And even now when the signal's low

I can feel that summer refuse to go

We've reopened the glow of the midnight screen

Chasing time through the static, chasing what could be

You play the past like our favorite scene

On and on, on and on

In a summer machine

If I scroll back far enough to see

All the little lights still noticing me

Maybe memory isn′t gone

Maybe it's just the place I′m from

We were young in the glow of the midnight screen

Feeling bright in the quiet between the scenes

We played it tough like our favorite scene

Held alive, held alive

In the light between dreams