Lyrics
[Vintage Rhodes & Vinyl Crackle Intro]
The paper slip is stamped with midnight ten,
the toll gate lifted for the open road.
[Verse 1]
I paid the fee with silver in my palm,
the toll collector nodded with a yawn.
Now miles of interstate until the dawn,
unfolding in a quiet velvet calm.
The ticket rests beside the owner's book,
a tiny proof of where the journey led.
I look ahead into the tunnel bore,
with clear, unhurried head.
[Pre-Chorus]
The orange sodium lights reflect along,
the curving tiles of the tunnel wall.
My engine echoes like a deep bass drum,
answering the call.
[Chorus]
A tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
It marks the point where I decided free,
the border line of who I used to be.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
[Verse 2]
I come out on the bridge across the bay,
the dark salt water smelling fresh and keen.
A cargo vessel resting in the road,
the calmest water that I've ever seen.
The cables stretch into the cloudy sky,
like harp strings singing in the ocean gale.
I keep the cruise control at sixty flat,
and let my heart exhale.
[Chorus]
A tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
It marks the point where I decided free,
the border line of who I used to be.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
[Bridge]
Oh, the toll was paid and left behind my rear,
the barrier went up and let me through.
A clean receipt for stepping on the path,
to everything that's new.
[Chorus]
A tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
It marks the point where I decided free,
the border line of who I used to be.
No heavy anchor pulling down the sound,
a tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
[Delayed Guitar Outro]
The paper slip is stamped with midnight ten...
A tollbooth ticket in the glovebox.
[Fade Out]
[End]