Текст песни
Destination? Yeah, maybe I did
But I passed it three hours back, forgot where I hid
Now the GPS keeps telling me to turn around
But there’s nothing on the shoulder that can hold me down
Ain’t no house, ain’t no name, ain’t no welcome mat
Just the blacktop dreaming where the semis spat
I set the cruise on 80, let the engine chat
With a ghost in the passenger seat – that’s a fact
No destination, no final line
Just the dotted white leash and the fading sign
I don’t need a map, I don’t need a clock
Every dead end is a brand new lock
And I’ve got the key – it’s called "let it be"
No destination is my destiny
Fill up the tank, check the oil, kick the tire
Kiss the highway like a liar’s guitar on fire
I told my boss I’m sick, told my friends I’m fine
Truth is I’m just chasing the horizon line
Maybe I’ll end up in the ocean, maybe in a ditch
But the freedom of the aimless is a special kind of rich
Every cul‑de‑sac is a univers e inside
Where the man who’s never lost never has to hide
No destination, no final line
Just the dotted white leash and the fading sign
I don’t need a map, I don’t need a clock
Every dead end is a brand new lock
And I’ve got the key – it’s called "let it be"
No destination is my destiny
Left, right, left, right – I don’t choose
The rhythm of the blinker is the only truth
No arrival, no goodbye
Just the click and the hum and the open sky
No destination…
