[Intro — the sound of wind rushing past; a heartbeat kick accelerates beneath bright guitar. FuFu laughs somewhere in the distance, suddenly right beside the mic.] Ready? No? Good. [WHOOSH] Catch up. [Verse I — fast, bright rebel-rock groove] First step cracks the morning, second leaves the block behind, third one and the city is just glitter in my mind. Traffic lights are suggestions. Traffic jams are somebody else's day. There ain't a road on this whole planet that can tell me where to stay. Used to ask, "How far is that?" Now I ask— "Which way?" Point toward the horizon. Pick a place. Start running. Watch the whole damn world get out of the way. [Verse II — percussion races underneath her] New York in the morning, Appalachians before nine, bare feet in Atlantic water— Okay. Boots. They're waterproof. It's fine. Blue Ridge rolling underneath me, Mississippi shining gold, Texas sky so fucking enormous you forget the world gets old. Desert heat in Arizona, Pacific spray by noon. Standing underneath the redwoods feeling wonderfully small— Then laughing because I realize I can go somewhere else whenever the hell I want. [beat] So I do. [Chorus — huge, soaring, joyful] RUNNIN' WILD! Wind in my ears! Whole world ahead and nothing back here! No walls! No gates! No road too long! Just pick somewhere beautiful— AND FUCKING RUN! Over the mountains! Alongside the sea! There's nowhere on Earth too far away from me! I don't need a reason. Don't need a plan. I wanna see everything— BECAUSE I CAN! [Verse III — rhythm loosens; wonder starts overtaking swagger] There's a little lake in Canada where the mountains touch the blue. There's a field somewhere in France full of flowers I ran through. Saw sunrise hit the Alps once. Hadn't planned on being there. Just took a wrong turn somewhere— [laughing] Fuckin' Mojoquerque. How the fuck do I keep taking wrong turns? Sat on some old rooftop in Rome while bells rolled through the streets. Bought something warm from some little shop. Couldn't pronounce what I ate. Didn't matter. It was perfect. Then Istanbul at sunset. Sahara under stars. Northern lights above the snow like heaven left the curtains open. And suddenly— I stopped. Not because I had to. Because... God. Look at that. [Bridge — drums disappear; airy guitar and distant strings] Nobody put this in a script. Nobody built this on a soundstage. Nobody painted that horizon because somebody thought it'd test well. It was already here. All of it. Whole damn planet just sitting there being beautiful whether anybody watches or not. [quiet laugh] That's fucking incredible. And there are billions of places I've never seen. [heartbeat begins accelerating again] Well. That sounds like a problem I can solve. [Verse IV — beat explodes back; pure exhilaration] Tokyo! GO! Sydney! GO! Some beach whose name I don't know! GO! Mountain! Forest! Waterfall! GO! GO! GO! Rain against my face at a hundred miles an hour! Snow exploding underneath me! Running through a summer storm just because lightning looks amazing! Faster! Faster! FASTER! Till my heartbeat and the drumbeat and my footsteps are the same! Till every border on a map looks like somebody made a suggestion! Till somebody asks me where I'm going— [FuFu laughing] EVERYWHERE! [Final Chorus — enormous open-road rock anthem] RUNNIN' WILD! Wind in my ears! Ten thousand places I haven't seen yet! No walls! No gates! No finish line! The world is too damn beautiful to stay on one side! Give me mountains! Give me oceans! Give me midnight! Give me dawn! If I wonder what's beyond that hill— I'M FUCKING GONE! No destination! No master plan! Just one whole world beneath these boots— AND I'M RUNNING BECAUSE I CAN! [instrumental break — rapid percussion mimics footsteps, faster and faster] [Outro — music suddenly cuts; only wind, birds and FuFu breathing] [quietly] Oh... Wow. [long pause] I don't know where I am. [another pause] It's beautiful. [phone camera click] Okay. Next. [WHOOSH] [whispered] No budget, no restrictions, no fuckin' fourth wall.
