Shifty Brent - Dust on the Rearview

Read it once beneath the streetlight glow.
Then I tore it into little pieces and let the warm night take them where they go.
My Chevrolet rolled past the diner where I used to wait for your call.
The jukebox played a brand-new record,
And I did not turn around at all.
I paid my dues to yesterday,
Now the night is calling my name.