作词 : Mauricio Hobold
作曲 : Mauricio Hobold
Empty intersection at midnight
Dashboard clock keeps blinking away
These familiar streets feel different now
Like they've got nothing left to say
The radio's just static and silence
My coffee's getting cold again
Looking up at changing signals
But the colors won't pretend
Every street sign points somewhere
But nowhere feels like mine
My hands grip tight on the steering wheel
As midnight turns to time
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home
There's frost on the windshield corners
And my breath makes clouds inside
The gas station's closed for business
No one else is out tonight
I could turn around, head backwards
To places that I used to know
But the neighborhoods keep changing
And I'm scared what they might show
Every street sign points somewhere
But nowhere calls my name
My phone's got no destination
No address to frame
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home
Remember when these crossroads
Used to lead me anywhere
Now they're just intersections
Of questions and blank stares
Acoustic guitar builds with piano accents
Chorus - Soft
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home
作词 : Mauricio Hobold
作曲 : Mauricio Hobold
Empty intersection at midnight
Dashboard clock keeps blinking away
These familiar streets feel different now
Like they've got nothing left to say
The radio's just static and silence
My coffee's getting cold again
Looking up at changing signals
But the colors won't pretend
Every street sign points somewhere
But nowhere feels like mine
My hands grip tight on the steering wheel
As midnight turns to time
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home
There's frost on the windshield corners
And my breath makes clouds inside
The gas station's closed for business
No one else is out tonight
I could turn around, head backwards
To places that I used to know
But the neighborhoods keep changing
And I'm scared what they might show
Every street sign points somewhere
But nowhere calls my name
My phone's got no destination
No address to frame
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home
Remember when these crossroads
Used to lead me anywhere
Now they're just intersections
Of questions and blank stares
Acoustic guitar builds with piano accents
Chorus - Soft
Red light, green light
But where am I supposed to go?
Red light, green light
When every direction feels like home
But none of them are home