Cassette Tape Constellations

[Verse 1] This next song is for everybody Who's ever stared out a windshield too long And started thinking about their entire existence At a Buck-EE'S [Verse 2] There's a dead mall outside Amarillo Where a fountain still runs for nobody Food court lights humming soft as ghosts Escalators frozen like abandoned timelines I walk through the eating cinnamon almonds Feeling weirdly emotional about tile floor And thinking how every place becomes archaeology eventually Even us [Verse 3] Meanwhile outside a kid on a BMX bike Kept circling the parking lot Like maybe movement itself was sacred Like maybe if he stopped riding the hole would catch up to him I felt that [Chorus] Instead take constellations flicker through the nation Everybody trying not to disappear Streetlights smell like comets Nobody really honest But the lonely still find each other here So roll those windows down slow Let the night air in your soul 'Cause tomorrow's never promised And this moment's passing quick [Verse 4] Radio started fading in and out Some preacher talking about Judgment Day Then suddenly switched to a '70s love song, honestly That felt more spiritual Truck tires hissed against wet pavement Billboards floated by like giant hallucinations Jesus saves, fireworks supercenter, all you can eat catfish America's weird man, beautiful weird Somewhere around to a yum at a gas station with flickering lights I watched strangers hold the door open for each other Like tiny acts of rebellion against the coldness Nobody clapped, nobody filmed it, they just did it [Chorus] And that's constellations flicker through the nation Everybody trying not to disappear Streetlights smell like comets Nobody really honest But the lonely still find each other here So roll those windows down slow Let the night air in your soul 'Cause tomorrow's never promised And this moment's passing quick [Outro] And maybe growing older Is just realizing Nobody actually knows what they're doing Some people just hide it better Behind neck tattoos Or follower counts Or expensive kitchen islands The highway kept unfolding westward Black sky Orange dashboard glow Half a tank left Still enough to keep moving