[Immediate heavy riff] [Cold vocal] Headlights on. Engine dead. That’s one way to pick a direction. [Verse 1] Closing shift, fluorescent snow, One paper bag beside my coat. Milk going warm, keys in my hand, Four painted arrows I don’t understand. I sat too long with the headlights on, Watching everybody else go home. Not because I loved the view— I just couldn’t choose what road to use. Turn the key. Click. Try again. Click. Dashboard blinking like a nervous friend: “Everything’s fine. Nothing to report.” Even the car finally learned how to stop carrying me. [Pre-Chorus] Then a woman from the cleaning crew pulled up beside me, window down. No halo. No perfect line. Just: “Pop the hood. I’ve got the cables. You’ll be fine.” [Chorus] ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! I don’t need a miracle— I need the engine to turn! ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! Not enough to know the way, just enough to leave this place! Give me one good spark, one honest thing to prove: I’m not asking to be saved— JUST ENOUGH TO MOVE! [Melodic guitar lead] [Verse 2] Red to red. Black to ground. She said, “Keep your hands back when the current comes around.” Funny how the smallest wire can wake a ton of steel, while every grand philosophy failed to make me feel. The engine coughed, then found its voice. Ugly sound. Beautiful noise. She didn’t ask what happened to me. Didn’t call the night a test. Just leaned against the open door and waited for the idle to steady in my chest. [Pre-Chorus 2] I said, “I still don’t know where I’m going.” She shrugged: “Neither does half this town. Let it run a little longer. Then put it into drive and figure something out.” [Chorus] ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! I don’t need a miracle— I need the engine to turn! ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! Not enough to know the way, just enough to leave this place! Give me one good spark, one honest thing to prove: I’m not asking to be saved— JUST ENOUGH TO MOVE! [Post-Chorus] TURN THE KEY! LET IT CATCH! NO WAY HOME! NO LOOKING BACK! ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! [Heavy instrumental turn] [Bridge] She handed me the cables before she drove away. Said: “Keep them in the trunk. Somebody always needs them on a night like this.” No grand design. No reason why. Just a little borrowed current passing car to car. Maybe that’s all hope ever was— not a destination. Not a light at the end. Just enough charge to leave the dark you’re already in. [Breakdown] NOT A CURE! NOT A SIGN! JUST ONE LIVING WIRE FROM YOUR LIFE TO MINE! RED TO RED! BLACK TO GROUND! I DIDN’T FIND HEAVEN— I JUST STOPPED BREAKING DOWN! TURN THE KEY! LET IT BURN! YOU DON’T NEED THE WHOLE DAMN MAP TO MAKE THE WHEELS TURN! NO REVELATION! NOTHING TO PROVE! JUST— ENOUGH! TO! MOVE! [Harmonized guitar solo] [Final Verse] Three weeks later, raining hard, I saw a man beside his car. Hazard lights in the supermarket grey, Everybody passing like he chose to stay. I drove another twenty feet. Stopped. Put the car in reverse. Opened up the trunk and carried back what somebody left with me first. [Final Chorus] ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! We don’t need a miracle— we need the engine to turn! ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! Not enough to know the way, just enough to leave this place! One good spark can become two. I still don’t know where I belong— BUT I KNOW WHAT I CAN DO! ENOUGH TO MOVE! ENOUGH TO MOVE! I’m not here to save the world— JUST HELP IT MOVE!
