Neon on the Windshield

[Интро]
(cold synth arpeggio, slow, like rain on glass; distant bass pulse like a heartbeat; faint tape hiss)

(whisper, barely audible)
…Neon on the windshield.
…Nowhere to be.

[Куплет 1]
New city lights are sliding by,
I don't know the streets, and I don't ask why.
Black sunglasses, midnight blue,
The radio is playing something true.
I left my name somewhere behind,
A cheaper motel, a cheaper mind.
The engine hums, the world is slow,
I've got no place I need to go.

[Предприпев]
And every turn is a brand new start,
Every red light is a work of art.
I don't need maps, I don't need time,
I just need this road and this night.

[Припев]
I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Wearing sunglasses in the afterglow.
Nobody's waiting, nobody's home,
And for the first time I'm truly alone.
I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Let the neon tell me where to go.

[Куплет 2]
The dashboard glows like a dying sun,
I count the miles and I count none.
A stranger waves from a corner bar,
I don't wave back — I don't know who they are.
Tomorrow I'll forget this street,
But tonight it's just me and the beat.
The tape keeps rolling, soft and low,
I've got no place I need to go.

[Предприпев]
And every turn is a brand new start,
Every red light is a work of art.
I don't need maps, I don't need time,
I just need this road and this night.

[Припев]
I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Wearing sunglasses in the afterglow.
Nobody's waiting, nobody's home,
And for the first time I'm truly alone.
I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Let the neon tell me where to go.

[Бридж]
(synth drops to almost nothing — only slow bass and distant, hollow choir)

Maybe home isn't a place.
Maybe home is just this pace.
Maybe I was never lost —
Just driving, and that's enough.
…Or maybe I'm just gone.

[Synth Solo]
(slow, cold lead — like headlights on wet asphalt at 3 AM; no warmth, just blue light)

[Финальный припев]
(quieter than before, almost tired)

I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Wearing sunglasses in the afterglow.
Nobody's waiting, nobody's home,
And for the first time I'm truly alone.
I'm driving through a city I don't know,
Let the neon tell me where to go.

[Аутро]
(synths fade one by one; only arpeggio and road noise remain; voice drops to a whisper)

…Where to go.
…Where to go.
…Neon on the windshield.
…And nowhere to be.
…And no one to be.

(pause — only tape hiss)

(last line, almost inaudible)
…Maybe I'm already gone.

(silence)