Say good night before the parking lot is vacant
Headlights at the crossroads, illuminating barren pathways
And you wish the passenger seat was occupied
So you'd have the motive to turn this car around
Don't hit the brakes
It's not worth it
Smash your rear-view mirror
No one's calling your name
Roll down the windows, invite in the numbing winds
Crank the knob to A/C; you're searching for sympathy, but it's not on the map
Your insurance has given up on you long ago
And you pretend that your companions are merely apparations
Don't hit the brakes
It's not worth it
Smash your rear-view mirror
No one's calling your name
Regardless of what I say
Despite my frustration
I can't suppress a smile
At the sight of you beaming
And this is what I loathe
Yeah, this is what I loathe
I'll take this chance to say good night
Good night, good night, good rest of your life