[Intro – background: rain, passing cars, faint radio chatter]
[Second voice, softly over engine hum]
— You hear that?
— That’s the city talking.
— Just don’t tell anyone you’re lonely too.
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[Verse 1 — main voice]
Window half-open — wind cuts my face.
On the crosswalk — someone lying straight to their date.
Somewhere, sirens. Somewhere, kids with joy.
And here I am in traffic, just some background noise.
Likes don’t heal. Calls don’t mean care.
The ones who dial — not the ones who’d be there.
I see myself in the rearview —
But I look like a stranger I once knew.
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[Bridge — soft horn in background, Second voice speaks low]
[Second voice]
— The ones texting you forgot you breathe.
— The ones staying silent?
They’re the ones who believe.
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[Chorus — melodic, slight auto-tune]
I’m driving, and the city whispers to me,
That what matters the most never makes the feed.
That life’s not filters, not trends, not fame —
But breath, black coffee, and windowpane rain.
I’m driving, and I know I’m not alone.
Somewhere out there, someone’s heading home.
And if we hear each other —
There won’t be silence.
There’ll be life.
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[Verse 2 — main voice, rain and engines low in the back]
Ads scream: “Be better!”
But I’m cracked all over — and that feels realer.
Don’t need a soul filter —
Need someone to say, “It’s okay, you feel it.”
I turn down streets where we used to laugh,
Now construction’s chewing up our past.
Just bits of our talks, ringtone ghosts,
And that spring air mixed with gasoline notes.
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[Bridge — second voice, through radio distortion]
[Second voice — warped, like a radio glitch]
— Don’t rush.
— Don’t sprint to forget.
— You’re not gone.
— You’re just… not there yet.
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[Chorus — more full, layered with ambient city sounds]
I’m driving, and the city whispers to me,
That what matters the most never makes the feed.
That life’s not filters, not trends, not fame —
But breath, black coffee, and windowpane rain.
I’m driving, and I know I’m not alone.
Somewhere out there, someone’s heading home.
And if we hear each other —
There won’t be silence.
There’ll be life.
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[Outro — windshield wipers, low tire-on-wet-asphalt sound, second voice fades]
[Second voice — soft and distant]
— Hear me, man?
I’m driving too.
Just in the opposite direction.
Vladimirboriss02
