A laid back, end of the night kind of slow rocker.
rock
bluesrock
Story behind the song
Written explicitly to be an end of the night, going home now, kind of song.
Lyrics
I can tell the end is coming
And "last drinks" has been called
No more music left to play now
We'll turn the lights off in the hall
And I'll be heading down the road
To a place that's far away
And while you're sleeping in your beds
I'll let my headlights guide my way
So while you're making your way out
I'll play through this, my last song
Then I'll tear down my back line
I'll still be here after you're gone