We may be in the same car, but I'm traveling my own road.
We speak the same language, but to me it sounds like code.
We all end up in the same place, no matter how fast we drive.
We know what it is to exist, but I don't know how to feel alive.
I can only keep on riding, staring out at each passing night.
Once we have come to a stop, my days will have lost all of their light.
