See,
Silence on the radio. Dashboard is a velvet globe.
City is just a scar behind.
Co I don’t mind the grind.
Left the fake love on the floor.
Don’t need that drama anymore.
Just the hum of burning gas.
Shadows in the rear view glass.
It’s just the blur of the night.
Empty lanes and pale white lights.
I’m leaving the noise behind.
Got no destination in my mind.
The rhythm’s pulling me through.
Me, I’m bleeding into blue.