[Intro] [instrumental indie pop intro with clean guitar arpeggios, soft synth pads, and a slow building drum groove] [Verse 1] Asphalt pulls a silver thread under our feet Headlights painting fragile halos on the street Exit signs bloom green like underwater dreams Billboards fade to ghosts in the high beam seams Your hand finds the breeze, drawing shapes in air Slow parade of houses like we were never there No address waiting, no clock to defy Just the soft confession of a turning sky [Pre Chorus] The map sleeps quiet in the glove box dark We follow every unimportant spark Somewhere is a word we leave behind Tonight we only borrow space and time [Chorus] We are driving just to drive, not to arrive Let the empty miles remind us we are alive No grand design, no finish line in sight Just a moving little kingdom made of light If the world asks where we are tonight We are out there, where the road forgets to end [Verse 2] Tail lights drift ahead like floating cherry stars A constellation made of unfamiliar cars We pass small towns with names we never speak Neon open signs that flicker once a week Coffee in the cup holder, lukewarm and sweet Dusty summer music in a looping beat You laugh at nothing, it echoes in my chest Like the sound of finally giving up the quest [Pre Chorus] The map sleeps quiet in the glove box dark We follow every unimportant spark Somewhere is a word we leave behind Tonight we only borrow space and time [Chorus] We are driving just to drive, not to arrive Let the empty miles remind us we are alive No grand design, no finish line in sight Just a moving little kingdom made of light If the world asks where we are tonight We are out there, where the road forgets to end [Bridge] White lines whisper secrets to the wheels All the restless corners that the daylight never heals In the rearview, every worry grows so small Out the windshield, nothing waiting at all [Chorus] We are driving just to drive, not to arrive Let the empty miles remind us we are alive No grand design, no finish line in sight Just a moving little kingdom made of light If the world asks where we are tonight We are out there, where the road forgets to end [Outro] Turn the engine down, let the night lean in Streetlamp halo on your quiet grin If tomorrow needs a reason, it can try For now we are only here to ride the sky
