Lyric

Under the neon, standing in the rain alone

Waiting for a shadow, a presence I’ve outgrown

You’re wild and you’re free, you run me ragged every time

I’m worn out from the chase, from this uphill climb

But I’m still here, hooked on the thrill

Will you show up tonight? Are you coming to the kill?

The black rain is swallowing the city tonight

Drinking up my thoughts, washing out the light

Ah—wherever you go, however you fly

With those wings of freedom, under the heavy sky

The clock’s struck midnight, the day is already dead

But the neon is screaming inside of my head

Ah—it’s a cold, electric blue

Back in the neon, back in the pouring rain

Waiting for a spark to numb the quiet pain

You’re wild and you’re free, I’m exhausted from the game

But I can’t stop calling out your name

Will you show up?

Or am I just a ghost in the frame?

I’ll keep on waiting, ah—forever if I must

Is your rainbow freedom just a trail of dust?

I won’t run away, I won’t hide from the glare

Even if I have wings, I’m not going anywhere

Even if you clip them, even if you tear them apart

This love won’t wither inside of my heart!

The clock is ticking toward the break of day

And the rain is finally starting to wash away

(Yeah...)

The neon is dying, the lights are going dim

In this quiet city, on the edge of the rim

You’re flying somewhere, somewhere I can’t see

Oh—Ah—Free