Ever wonder why the night feels so honest, so raw?
Why streetlights flicker like they're whispering secrets to the stars?
Do you think roads have memories, of all the tires, all the scars?
Or do they just stretch on, holding stories of our wars?
You ever find yourself talking to the empty seat beside?
Laughing alone, remembering jokes, on this endless ride?
Do stop signs ever make you think of all the times you've lied,
Or is it just me, seeing signals in every divide?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
Do you feel the rhythm of the road, like a heartbeat under the skin?
Ever think about turning back, or is forward the only way to win?
Is there freedom in this escape, or is it just another kind of sin,
Driving away from what's over, towards what might've been?
In the quiet of the highway, do you hear your thoughts scream,
Or do they whisper, softly, like they're part of a dream?
Is this journey our story, or are we just a theme,
In the grand scheme of things, a fleeting beam?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
So here's to the questions, the ones without any right answers,
To the late-night drives, our nocturnal dancers.
Maybe it's not about the destinations, or even the chances,
But about the moments we steal, as the world still advances.
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Ever wonder why the night feels so honest, so raw?
Why streetlights flicker like they're whispering secrets to the stars?
Do you think roads have memories, of all the tires, all the scars?
Or do they just stretch on, holding stories of our wars?
You ever find yourself talking to the empty seat beside?
Laughing alone, remembering jokes, on this endless ride?
Do stop signs ever make you think of all the times you've lied,
Or is it just me, seeing signals in every divide?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
Do you feel the rhythm of the road, like a heartbeat under the skin?
Ever think about turning back, or is forward the only way to win?
Is there freedom in this escape, or is it just another kind of sin,
Driving away from what's over, towards what might've been?
In the quiet of the highway, do you hear your thoughts scream,
Or do they whisper, softly, like they're part of a dream?
Is this journey our story, or are we just a theme,
In the grand scheme of things, a fleeting beam?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
So here's to the questions, the ones without any right answers,
To the late-night drives, our nocturnal dancers.
Maybe it's not about the destinations, or even the chances,
But about the moments we steal, as the world still advances.
Why streetlights flicker like they're whispering secrets to the stars?
Do you think roads have memories, of all the tires, all the scars?
Or do they just stretch on, holding stories of our wars?
You ever find yourself talking to the empty seat beside?
Laughing alone, remembering jokes, on this endless ride?
Do stop signs ever make you think of all the times you've lied,
Or is it just me, seeing signals in every divide?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
Do you feel the rhythm of the road, like a heartbeat under the skin?
Ever think about turning back, or is forward the only way to win?
Is there freedom in this escape, or is it just another kind of sin,
Driving away from what's over, towards what might've been?
In the quiet of the highway, do you hear your thoughts scream,
Or do they whisper, softly, like they're part of a dream?
Is this journey our story, or are we just a theme,
In the grand scheme of things, a fleeting beam?
What are we searching for in these endless miles?
Are we running from something, or just chasing smiles?
In every turn, every crossroad, every single trial,
Are we finding ourselves, or just lost in the dial?
So here's to the questions, the ones without any right answers,
To the late-night drives, our nocturnal dancers.
Maybe it's not about the destinations, or even the chances,
But about the moments we steal, as the world still advances.
Writer: Kearney Erhard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid