That’s way the neon hums when midnight forgets your name
That’s way the river bends but never washes the same
We chase the echo of a laugh carved into the glass
Till every shadow learns to spell the future we passed
Turn the key, the engine sighs like secrets we swore
That’s way the road keeps count of promises made at the door
Headlights bloom like ghosts of hope on the edge of the seam
We drive, we burn, we turn to steam—
That’s way we stay inside the dream