Proof of Wanting Front Cover

Lyric

Route 9 in the Rain

Ketra Sain

Rain on the glass

Draws little rivers

Route 9 moves slow

Under my fingers

Rental car smell

Old coffee and vinyl

Your jacket still hangs

Like a final signal

Headlights blur white

On the wet black road

I keep both hands light

But I don't let go

Route 9 in the rain

I'm still saying your name

While I leave this town

In a rental car frame

Route 9 in the rain

I can’t turn off the ache

I’m moving away

But I want you to stay

Gas station glow

On a strip mall puddle

I watch my face

In the side mirror shuttle

One city behind me

One still in my chest

Every mile I take

Feels like I’m breaking less

Headlights blur white

On the wet black road

I keep both hands light

But I don't let go

Route 9 in the rain

I'm still saying your name

While I leave this town

In a rental car frame

Route 9 in the rain

I can’t turn off the ache

I’m moving away

But I want you to stay

I told myself

This was the smart way out

But every red light

Turns your shadow loud

And if I keep going

Maybe I survive

Still every mile

Wants you by my side

Route 9 in the rain

I'm still saying your name

While I leave this town

In a rental car frame

Route 9 in the rain

I can’t turn off the ache

I’m moving away

But I want you to stay

  • Lyricist

    Ketra Sain

  • Composer

    Elian Korst

  • Producer

    Calen Rusk

  • Vocals

    Ketra Sain

Proof of Wanting Front Cover

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  • 1

    Plastic Cup Frappe

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  • 2

    Unread on My Phone

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  • 3

    Bedford Ave After Closing

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  • 4

    The Tank Watch Lies

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    Route 9 in the Rain

    Ketra Sain

  • 6

    Sweet on Cheap Sheets

    Ketra Sain

  • 7

    Cracked Glass Prayer

    Ketra Sain

  • 8

    Receipts by the Sink

    Ketra Sain

  • 9

    When the Wine Bar Closes

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  • 10

    Story Nobody Watched

    Ketra Sain

  • 11

    Proof of Wanting

    Ketra Sain

In a city gone cold, the fact that you still want something becomes the only proof you're alive.

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