Verse 1 Traffic stacked up downtown, engines burning hot, Billboards talking louder than the people that I spot. Screens in every window, wires across the sky, I roll the windows down and let it all slide by. Chorus Out where the back roads cut through the pines, The sun feels warmer, the air feels fine. No towers buzzing, no voices to share, Just the wind in my hair — and no people there. Verse 2 Past the last station, past the fading dial, Silence in the treeline makes me rest a while. Gravel on the tires, city far behind, The only sound that finds me is the rustle of the pines. Chorus Out where the back roads cut through the pines, The sun feels warmer, the air feels fine. No towers buzzing, no voices to share, Just the wind in my hair — and no people there. Bridge Maybe silence isn’t cruel, maybe I just needed room. All the noise we used to bear— I can’t hear it, can’t repair. Final Chorus There’s no people there, but I don’t mind, the road is empty, I’ve got time. I lost the world, but I found my prayer— in no people, no people there.
