[Intro — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, steady understated drum groove, warm and intimate, just momentum] [Verse 1] Left at half eleven No particular reason Indicated right out of habit Nowhere to be Passed a fox by the roundabout Doing something deeply suspicious Didn't judge him He didn't judge me Mutual respect Between creatures Going nowhere fast [Verse 2] The sat nav wanted opinions I told it to mind its business It recalculated We don't talk anymore White lines doing their thing Same as they always do Completely committed To an idea they'll never finish Respect that actually That kind of dedication Takes something [Pre-Chorus — sparse, something shifting underneath] And somewhere around mile marker Doesn't matter Something loosens Something that's been Wound tight since — honestly can't remember And the windscreen goes wide And the sky does that thing Where it's just — enormous And you're just — small And somehow That's exactly right [Chorus — warm, low-key, acoustic strum opens up] Nobody's waiting up Nobody's checking Nobody needs a version of me Right now Just the white lines Doing their thing And the fox Doing his And me Doing mine Out here [Verse 3] Stopped for petrol somewhere Place called something with a bridge in it Coffee from a machine That made concerning noises Drank it anyway Man behind the counter Didn't ask where I was going Absolute legend Gave him an extra 50p tip He looked confused Fair enough Back on the road Same fox Or a different one Hard to say [Instrumental break — acoustic solo, building, then drops away to near silence] (pause) [fox screech — sharp, sudden, alone in the gap] (pause) [Verse 3 continued — vocal returns, dry, deadpan] Sounded like he agreed Or like something terrible Hard to say with foxes Still going No reason to stop No reason not to [Pre-Chorus 2 — building gently] I don't know what I'm driving toward Don't know what I left behind Don't know what junction I'm approaching Don't know if I'll take it But my hands are on the wheel And the engine's doing its thing And somewhere between Here and wherever I remembered something I'm still here [Bridge — drops to near silence, just engine hum and sparse fingerpicked acoustic] You know what the road taught me tonight? It doesn't matter where you're going. It doesn't matter where you've been. The road just continues. And so do you. For no particular reason. Which turns out to be reason enough. [Instrumental — acoustic-driven, hypnotic groove, building then releasing] [Final Chorus — full and warm, earned, acoustic in full bloom] Nobody's waiting up Nobody's checking Nobody needs a version of me Right now Just the white lines Doing their thing And the fox Doing his And me Doing mine And somehow Somehow That's enough That's everything Out here [Outro — full band plays out, then a clean hard stop. Total silence. Spoken, dry, no music.] Ended up at Land's End. Don't know how. Stood there a bit. Figured if I waited long enough I'd watch the sun come up over the Atlantic. [SUDDEN SILENCE] Hang on... Sun rises in the east. what an absolute plonker! [MUSIC RESUMES] Could drive round. Catch it properly. Few hours, tops. (pause) Nah. Wasn't the point. Waited anyway. Tank's nearly empty. [acoustic strum returns, warm, brief] Worth it. [final chord, let it ring, end]
