Neon Signal

City hums a different frequency When the daylight workers disappear. I'm just another set of headlights Moving through the grid without a clear destination, Navigation. Turning left because the road was there. They say you find it when you're not looking, But I've been driving blind for years. Follow the neon signal, Where the quiet people go. In the spaces between the buildings, Where the underground rivers flow. Follow the neon signal, Let the bass line take control. In the darkness, something's building, Something only night can know. Every Junction is a choice I make without thinking. Muscle memory. The skyline breaks in geometric shapes reflected in The hood. The mystery of motion, Of devotion To the rhythm of the street beneath. They say you'll find it when you're not looking, But I keep circling this street. Follow the neon signal, where the Quiet people go. In the spaces between the buildings, Where the underground rivers flow. Follow the neon signal, Let the bass line take control. In the darkness, something's building, Something only night can know. Maybe I'm just circling the drain. Or maybe this is how we learn to feel The pavement underneath the rhythm and the rain. The only thing that tells me this is real. Follow the signal, Where the quiet people go. Follow the signal, Something only night can know.