[Verse 1]
Yellow highlighter bleeding through the page,
Locked in this kitchen, feeling twice my age.
Stack of cue cards thick as a deck of Hoyle,
Neon clock hums while the coffee starts to boil.
Ghost of a fiddle plays a digital line,
Lost in the static of a worried mind.
[Chorus]
It’s a long haul on the interstate of thought,
Chasing everything the professor taught.
Lo-fi heartbeat, hillbilly soul,
Studying for finals, digging out the hole.
Just a lonesome scholar in the pale moonlight,
Searching for answers through the middle of the night.
[Verse 2]
Slide guitar weeps in a reverb tank,
Memory’s a river breaking down the bank.
From laws of physics to the history of the West,
I’m a rhinestone student put to the test.
Dusty boots on carpet, eyes getting red,
A thousand years of data dancing in my head.
[Bridge]
(Spoken radio filter)
"Don't you worry 'bout the grade on the paper...
The sun's gonna rise whether you know the formula or not."
[Outro]
Keep the tubes glowing...
Keep the signal clear...
The exam is coming,
But the morning’s almost here.