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Albumtrack 09 · Booze with Good Friends

Headlights and Hangovers

CONRUN · Michael · The Chosen Ones

Titel 9 des Albums Booze with Good Friends.

23. März 2026 Hard Rock · Folk Rock 6:18Explicit

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Headlights and Hangovers ist Titel 9 des 20 Songs umfassenden Albums Booze with Good Friends. Der von CONRUN freigegebene Originaltext ist auf dieser Seite vollständig nachzulesen.

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The jukebox played its last call song, we stumbled out into the dawnBut dawn's a thousand miles away, on this highway, in this ChevroletThe paint is scratched, the tank runs low. No place to be, nowhere to goJust the white lines and the radio, and the towns we used to know

The world outside is just a blur of faces and wordsAnd every tail-light's a goodbye, beneath this bruised and battered sky

Just headlights and hangovers, chasing the nightWhite lines and close calls in the dashboard lightWe're ghosts in the static, on a borrowed frequencyHeadlights and hangovers, just you and meJust you and me - headlights, hangovers

We left our cash back at the bar, we left our hearts upon some starThat fell and burned out long ago, like every town we barely knowThe coffee's bitter at this truck stop, the world outside begins to slowFor just a second, then it's gone, and we keep rolling on and on

The ashtray's full of alibis, and truths that live in weary eyesThe rearview mirror only shows a life we're trying to leave behind

Just headlights and hangovers, chasing the nightWhite lines and close calls in the dashboard lightWe're ghosts in the static, on a borrowed frequencyHeadlights and hangovers, just you and meJust you and me - headlights, hangovers

And this freedom is a cold, cold windThat cuts right through the places that we've beenIt's in the buzz, it's in the acheIt's every promise that we'll breakWe don't need saving - we just need milesBut for now, the engine's our only friendThis road... it never seems to end

Just headlights and hangovers, chasing the nightWhite lines and close calls in the dashboard lightWe're ghosts in the static, on a borrowed frequencyHeadlights and hangovers, just you and meJust you and me

Yeah... just you and me(Headlights... hangovers...)Tires humming on wet black tarFollowing the dim glow of a dying star(Headlights... hangovers...)Just the roadJust the nightJust the road