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The first single from upcoming album 'Jordan O'Shea and The Friday Night Film Club' (2016)
Elijah's in the driveway searching through his pockets
For the keys of what he likes to call his 'Throttle Rocket'.
He's staring at the garage door, hoping that he locked it,
Finds his cinema members card in his hand-me-down wallet.
He's a hipcat heart attack waiting to happen,
The throwback Cadillac has a glovebox with a map in
With red-pen routes to places that he'll never go,
Lovesick road trips to romances he'll never know.
He drinks juice from a hip-flask,
Drives around in his mothers car.
They say he's still got milk teeth
But his innocence is too hard to believe.
Oh my god I think it's happening again,
He's got that kind of smile that shows you this is the end.
Oh my god he's driving in to the wall,
The best die young and the rest just grow old.
Oh my god he's in a James Dean daydream,
If he goes now he'll stay king of the scene.
Oh my god Elijah what have you done?
Car crash radio is playing your song.