Follow The Car

Engine running.

Tank half full.

Phone says turn left.

Nah.

Tonight we're going straight.

Green light. Next one green too.

Guy behind me

must know something— He's still there.

DON'T ASK WHERE WE'RE GOING—

JUST FOLLOW THE CAR!

WINDOWS DOWN, BASS UP,

WE AIN'T GOTTA GO FAR!

ONE LIGHT!

TWO LIGHTS! WHOLE CITY COMING ALIVE!

DON'T ASK WHERE WE'RE GOING— JUST FOLLOW THE CAR.

Two blocks later

there's a drummer on the corner.

He's playing my beat.

That's weird. Keep driving.

Violin on a rooftop.

Same fucking song. Harmonica

from the car on my right.

I look over— He just nods.

Okay. Turn that shit up.

Now there's six cars behind me.

Then twelve.

Then twenty. Nobody knows me.

Nobody knows where we're going.

Perfect.

DON'T ASK WHERE WE'RE GOING— JUST FOLLOW THE CAR!

CITY IN THE MIRROR,

WHOLE NIGHT IN THE DARK!

DRUMS ON THE CORNER!

STRINGS ON THE ROOF!

IF THE LIGHT TURNS RED— WE'LL WAIT.

(I'm not a fucking asshole)

Now the train overhead is hitting the rhythm.

Crosswalk clicks on the hi-hat.

Construction crew got the snare.

Some dude at a bus stop has a xylophone.

Why? Don't care. It sounds fucking great.

We hit downtown— Windows opening.

People looking down. Cars joining.

Whole street moving to the same damn beat.

Passenger: "Where are we going?" "I have absolutely no idea." Passenger: "Cool."

DON'T ASK WHERE WE'RE GOING— JUST FOLLOW THE CAR!

WHOLE CITY BEHIND US,

NOW WE'RE TAKING IT FAR!

BASS IN THE STREET!

DRUMS IN THE SKY!

NO MAP! NO PLAN!

JUST DRIVE! GPS voice: "Recalculating." "Yeah.

You do that."