Can’t see much back there...
Still look anyway.

Streetlights smear gold on the side of my face,
Back glass, past lives, all blur in the rain.
Half-burned midnight in the fold of my coat,
Voice low, hands froze, let the cabin just float.
I got names in the fog, got years in the haze,
Old turns, cold burns, still circle the frame.
Every mile peel back what the calm try to hold,
Like the road got receipts and the dark got notes.
No crash, no scene—just memories drag,
Tail lights, late nights, all smoke in the glass.

I keep drivin’ forward,
Still feel what I lost.
Funny how the rearview
Make the gone look close.

Rearview full of smoke,
I can’t see it clear.
Rearview full of smoke,
Still feel it right here.
Gone don’t stay gone
When the night run slow.
Rearview full of smoke...
Won’t let me let it go.

Blue glow, two ghosts, ride low in the tint,
One mine, one yours, both hard to admit.
You still live a little in the bend of the road,
In the songs I don’t skip, in the ways I stay cold.
I can talk like I’m good, dress the hurt up clean,
Nice coat, straight throat, whole posture routine.
But the truth get loose when the city thin out,
When the bass sit low and the heart speak loud.
I done made peace poses, I done made smooth lies,
But the past got lungs when the lane go quiet.
And the smoke in the mirror move just like proof—
Not enough to hold, but enough to haunt.

I keep drivin’ forward,
Still hear what you said.
Funny how the rearview
Keep the dead close to breath.

Maybe I don’t miss you—
Maybe I miss who I was.
Maybe that’s why every shadow
Feel like somethin’ I touched.
Mm...
Somethin’ I touched.

Rearview full of smoke,
I can’t name it clean.
Rearview full of smoke,
Still hangin’ on me.
Gone don’t stay gone
When the heart run slow.
Rearview full of smoke...
That’s all the past need to show.

Not a face... not a flame...
Just enough to follow.
Rearview full of smoke.