Point of No Retrun

Lyrics

We ride all night west Through the flat lands, beneath the Sohio signs Of your home state You sleep in the passenger seat Locked in a dream the does not include The curve of the windshield Or the broken line it pulls between us We are somewhere without a station Until the riff of 40's bebop Breaks through the static of the radio And fills the cramped room of this car I think of the late show At the west end café in New York How the old men leaned into their horns How the notes sounded like money owed Notes that never said All they wanted to say