Lyric

A low bass rolls through both door panels

Wipers clear the glass, then lose it again

The dashboard starts looking for your phone

Like it did every night

Your saved name flashes for a second

Then the clock comes back instead

I pull out from beneath the overpass

With the heater on too high

The screen searches once again

At the first light by the river

Your name appears, then disappears

Before the signal changes

Lost frequency, your name flashes once

Then the clock comes back again

Lost frequency, low bass under the wipers

Rain moving over the glass

The car keeps searching at every red light

Then gives up before I do

Lost frequency, your name flashes once

And the road noise comes back through

The screen shows only time

By the time the light turns green

You always turned the heater down

Before the windows clouded white

My hand finds the same small dial

Before I even think

A truck moves over one lane ahead

Spray crossing underneath its wheels

I lower the fan another notch

And keep the setting there

Lost frequency, your name flashes once

Then the clock comes back again

Lost frequency, low bass under the wipers

Rain moving over the glass

The car keeps searching at every red light

Then gives up before I do

Lost frequency, your name flashes once

And the road noise comes back through

Near the river the reception drops

The bass disappears completely

For half a mile it's only tires

And the fan beneath the dash

A weather report breaks through in pieces

Then dissolves beneath the static

I leave the volume where it is

And follow the truck ahead

The mist thickens near the bridge

I turn the heater down again

The fan drops to its lowest setting

My hand stays there a second

No station comes through clearly

Only tires against the wet road

Then one low note returns beneath me

As the buildings come back into view

Lost frequency, the screen shows only time

The wipers crossing left to right

Lost frequency, the bass comes back in pieces

Between the river and the bridge

I turn the heater down before

The windshield clouds again

The fan runs low beneath the dashboard

And my hand goes back to the wheel

The weather report comes through clearly

For three streets, then fades again

The wipers slow between the buildings

The heater stays where I left it