Idle Engines

Parked beneath the freeway hum. Radio low, nowhere to run. Cigarette smoke curls in breaks. Watching mirrors for old mistakes. They say you cannot pace your mind. But I keep trying every time. Idle engines Burning fuel. No destination, No real rule. The road just winds and bends and breathes. I'm someone nobody believes. Streetlamps Flicker orange and cold. Every exit looks the same, I'm told. Dashboard glow on silent hands. Driving circles through these lands. They say you'll find it if you wait. But waiting only calculates. Idle engines Burning fuel. No destination, No real rule. The road just winds and bends and breathes. I'm someone nobody believes. Maybe I'll stop when the tank runs dry. Maybe I'll just keep passing by. The silence here is all I own. A car, a ghost, a dial Tone. Idle engines Burning fuel. No destination, No real rule. The road just winds and bends and breathes. I'm someone nobody believes. Idle engines Burning through. Idle engines, Just me and you.