[Verse 1]
We're turning right to Session Road, neon commas on wet tar,
Pine-scented air through open windows, city breathing like a heart.
Taxi lights like constellations, steam from vendors in the rain,
A busker's yellow guitar sings a chorus of our names.
[Pre-Chorus]
The engine hums a steady truth, a line between then and now,
Your hand finds the door, a quiet laugh — a promise somehow.
Radio murmurs, “Are you still there?” — I let that question float,
We trade our doubts for headlights; tonight the map is wrote.
[Chorus]
Stay with me on Session Road tonight, beneath the neon glow,
Are you still there? — echo soft, like footprints in the snow.
Drive me home down Session Road, where the lamplight learns our names,
This isn't just a passing trip; it's love in streetlight frames.
[Verse 2]
Windowpane reflections: faces mingled, half-revealed,
Paper cups, a laughter crack, the aftertaste of cider spilled.
A corner bakery exhales warm bread into the midnight chill,
We slow for every crooked sign and every whispering hill.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
There's music in the grip of the wheel, a rhythm we can't fake,
A radio announcer thanks the ride — the city seems to wake.
Are you still there? — I answer with my voice and with my eyes,
If this road is where we learn to stay, we'll let the old world slide.
[Chorus 2]
Stay with me on Session Road tonight, don't let the moment end,
Are you still there? — louder now; don't make this just pretend.
Take the curve, hold my heartbeat, let the chorus rise and climb,
If we lose our way tomorrow, keep this night inside our minds.
[Bridge]
I admit I'm scared of mornings when the lamps forget our names,
Of small goodbyes turned quieter than yesterday's refrains.
But under these wet streetlights, I will promise, I will try:
If you ever falter, I'll be driving back beneath this sky.
[Final Chorus]
Stay with me on Session Road tonight — I won't let go this time,
Are you still there? — I hear you breathe; your silence turns to rhyme.
I'll drive you home down Session Road, keep the radio low and sweet,
This ride will be our tether when the day and darkness meet.
[Outro]
We're turning right to Session Road; the city hums, we bend and glide,
A voice on air sings, “Thank you for joining us in today's drive.”
Are you still there? — I reach across; your hand fits mine, and then,
We follow every lamplight home, and start this story again.