rearview - Intellectual

[Intro]

I miss the olden days

Back when we would drive my Civic off into the sunset

Windshield glowin' with a golden haze

I miss the simpler times

When you could pick me up at 4AM

And hit the road and improvise

With nothin' in the GPS (turn left)

Back when we were free to roam

And we brought a pillow with us

So that anywhere could be our home

Not the most romantic, but we'd plan out all our future dates

And snuck in every morning to cop breakfast at a Super 8

I’d waltz in past the front desk, then open the cafe door

You’d slink in and we’d have a banquet that we’d never pay for

Two goody-two-shoes breaking all the rules, little rebels, we were perps

Tryna hide our smirks while slippin' Fruity Pebbles in your purse

And as we dipped out of the exit, you would grin as if you’d robbed a bank

Hop into our getaway and gun it on an empty tank

Pull into an vacant station where our car’s the only one

There’s something meditative about the smell of fresh petroleum

But things have changed since, cars are losin' their appeal

It’s been decades since I’ve even gripped a steering wheel

Elon built a hyperloop, so no one drives drive a coupe no more

People take their transit-pods through traffic on their private routes

China’s got a maglev train, but I would never get aboard

In Russia I heard they could program people so they teleport

Point A to B, always know exactly where you’re headed for

Remember when a road trip meant a sojourn, not a metaphor?

Remember rolling windows down with levers on the metal doors?

And reaching back behind your seat to find that bag of kettle corn?

One foot on the floorboard, then put on the gas