Wait... What?

Back roads, brake lights light up back home
Calm, cold, or windy nights we still drive
Eyes open wide as space (eyes open wide)
Slide across the interstate
Missing exits, missing people
Recognizing geometric shapes
Yeah, we always stay out late
Yeah, we always stay out late

I have this theory that waking up in a car means
That you’re still dreaming

So if you ever change your mind
Decide that it might be worth the drive
Then just drive
Then just drive

So we just drive, careless and full of smiles
While the radio plays on the way to some basement
Yeah, we do it for the sentiment
It started as a self-asserted promise
And now the moon hangs low over us as we travel to some new destination

I will be okay, I will be okay
Everything