I have this theory that waking up in a car
means that you’re still dreaming.
So if you ever change your mind
and decide that it might be worth the drive, then just drive.
So we just drive, careless and full of smiles
while the radio plays on the way to some basement.
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. Everything.