Leaving the suburbs for nights on the fringe We shovel the snow just to give us the edge Selling our bodies to unmarked cars This Motor City can make us a star Tell me what you want from me Show me that the best of days Won't end up behind me I'm inching closer further south Oil lamps are pouring out A third wave, look out Hold on (we were just having fun) Is this love on the run? Is our love on the run? (I don't need you now)