Drive a little bit slowTalk a little bit lowerSmile a little bit softerBring everything that you have to offerMake tonight feel like the first night we metThere won’t be any leftLast call last chanceIt’s all over, come 6am – we’ll be alone againMile markers are getting higherEach exist sign is less familiarWhen the runway lights break through horizonThen you’ve lost your chance, it’s already over