Front Seat Melodrama

Cool wind sets the tone every night
Bright stars with some sand underfoot
Two stare at a lone buster leaving his world behind
Not one to ever give it a chance
Yep, steering the moon outta the way of the sun
In a long forgotten room he's got a bead on the edge of tomorrow
Don't blink a eye or lift a hand he leads a front seat melodrama from the back of the pack

Slim picks up a scent at the corner
Low down for the rest of the flight
Got word that a fortune in rags is headed our way
Forget the notion that she's only a con
Sure, figure a slice is as good as it gets
On a path of no return he's got a bead on the edge of tomorrow
Standing down with no remorse he leads a front seat melodrama from the back of the pack

Left high on the cloudy north edge
Smoke rise as it whispers his name
Quick glance through the flashing desire of foreign exchange
Don't let that rascal get the best of the haul
Nope, leave it alone 'til it opens the door
Ending fights with empty foes he's lost the bead on the edge of tomorrow
Unless he finds a better line he'll end his front seat melodrama from the back of the pack