Lyric

The engine speaks under everyone’s sleep

A child leans sideways into her mother’s coat

Sweet green spice moves through the aisle

Warm as a hand I’ll never know

Plastic curtains

Loose at the seams

Road dust blinking

In roadside beams

My knees touch the seat in front of me

Coins keep knocking inside someone’s bag

The driver turns the old road gently

Like he knows where every bad turn has cracked

I don’t need a place

To call me back tonight

Just this rolling dark

And a little human light

At the next stop, doors breathe open

Hot air folds into the row

Someone passes bread across the silence

No one asks how far I go

There is mercy in motion

A kindness with no name

Strangers sleeping shoulder to shoulder

While the road forgets our shame

I thought I had to arrive somewhere

To prove the leaving meant a thing

But the night keeps rocking beneath me

Like a cradle made of tin

By morning, the scent will leave my jacket

The wheels will cool, the sky will pale

But some small warmth will stay behind

Where language, sleep, and hunger failed