[Verse 1]
Highway hums, my hands ache
Window dust, morning breaks
Old store sign swings, wind sings
Coffee cold, my head rings
[Verse 2]
Fridge hum, shelf bare
One white bottle waits there
Label faded, cap tight
Steel shelf in pale light
[Chorus]
Lonely last bottle, lonely last light
Glass so cold, morning so white
Miles from Moscow, miles from me
Memory drifts in dairy sea
Lonely last bottle, last one—like me
[Bridge]
Driver, drifter, salt and steam
Russian roads run through cream