Shortcut to Nowhere

“I know a shortcut.”

That's how this shit

started. He said take a left

Right after the light,

Twenty minutes faster— Sounded all right.

Then the road got narrow,

The street signs quit,

Phone lost service— I said,

“Where the hell is this?”

He looked out the window,

Like he'd recognize something.

Then said—

“Okay... This part is new.”

We could turn around.

Probably should.

Nobody did.

I know a shortcut!

Famous last words, Now we're forty miles deep Where nobody's heard Of

the place we're going— But the night's getting good.

We would've never found this

IF THE SHORTCUT FUCKING WORKED.

Found a little place

With a light still on,

Walked in for directions— Three hours gone.

Somebody bought a round,

Somebody knew a band,

Some girl grabbed my jacket,

said, “Come on, they're starting again.” Now the car's still parked

Wherever we left it,

And nobody remembers

What the original plan was.

Perfect. I know a shortcut!

Yeah, sure you do.

We ain't got a clue where we are— And neither does you.

Wrong road, wrong town,

Everything going good— Funny how the night got better WHEN THE SHORTCUT

FUCKING DIDN'T.

Left became right. Right became who knows.

One drink became midnight.

Midnight became— “Where'd everybody go?” Destination?

Forgot it.

Schedule?

Fuck it. Sometimes the best place you find AIN'T THE ONE YOU

WERE LOOKING FOR.

Six in the morning.

Finally found the highway.

He looks at me and says— “I know a faster way home.”

Don't you fucking dare.

I KNOW A SHORTCUT!

Here we go again!

Piano going crazy While we're flying around the bend!

No map! No signal!

No idea where this ends!

But if getting there means missing this— THEN LET'S GET LOST AGAIN!

“Hey...

wasn't that

our exit?” Probably.