The Wheelless City YEP REMIX

"You driving?" Driving?

What year were you born?

Walked out the building

Quarter after two,

Street already knew

What I wanted to do.

Door slid open.

Didn't call a thing.

Didn't touch a button.

Didn't tell it where we're going.

City underneath us Changing every light,

Traffic moves together Like somebody taught it how to write.

My grandfather told me

People used to steer.

Wait— By themselves?

Hands on a wheel?

Watching the road? Doing that shit The whole way home?

Man... That's adorable.

We don't drive anymore!

(yeah) City knows the way!

Step outside at midnight,

Let tomorrow take the wheel today!

No keys in my pocket!

No parking by the door!

You can keep your steering wheel— WE DON'T DRIVE ANYMORE!

Black glass moving

Without making a sound,

Seats turn sideways

While we're crossing downtown.

Piano in the ceiling— Don't ask me why.

Bartender in the back says,

"Drink?" I said— "You know what I like."

Whole skyline moving

While I'm sitting still,

Somebody mentions traffic—

Everybody laughs.

Apparently that used to be a real fucking problem.

We don't drive anymore!

No red lights to beat!

Whole damn city rearranges While we're moving through the streets!

No tickets! No meters!

No circling the floor!

Where we're going finds us—

WE DON'T DRIVE ANYMORE!

Old photograph: Guy behind a wheel.

Coffee in one hand.

Phone in the other.

Doing seventy.

You're telling me THIS WAS LEGAL?

4:38 A.M.

Door opens.

I'm home.

Didn't know the address.

Didn't need it.

Good night, 2070. WE DON'T DRIVE ANYMORE!

Let the funky bass run!

Let that piano lose its mind While the city moves as one!

Let the xylophone race!

Let those strange drums roar!

Tomorrow's got the wheel now—

WE DON'T DRIVE ANYMORE!

"Want me to park it?" What's parking?