Neon sinks in the fog, engine’s whispering “Go!”

Through the darkness of night, forks and unwinding roads

He’s behind his wheel, and the time’s moving slow

Gropes his way, tryna find his epilogue.

Five minutes have passed, now it’s time to get out

No questions, no answers, no hint of a doubt

Stillness on his face, shots are firing beneath

Just the wheel, just the night, just a breath to breathe.

“There’s something inside you

It’s hard to explain

They’re talking about you, boy

But you’re still the same”

They tell him “Make up your mind! Find your path in life!

Well, every path he takes leads him back into the drive

But he’s weary inside and his voice growing faint

He’s longing to rest just for a single moment.