Easy ride home, easy ride home
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.78
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 16.4s
- length
- 3:31
- language
- En
lyrics
We pull off in the dark, M1 moving slow Your hand on the armrest, fingers tapping low Plastic on the dashboard, takeaway still warm No need for big talk now, we know the form At the toll gate, you look out the glass I change the gear, let the whole thing pass Your cup holder rattles, coins in the tray We say less and less, and it feels okay Easy ride home, easy ride home Easy ride home, easy ride home Window cracked open, letting the night in Easy ride home, easy ride home Green at Marlboro, we roll through clean One bag of pap in the back seat between Your phone face-down, my watch says ten past four No questions, no pressure, just road and door At the robot glow, you smile at your shoes I keep both hands steady, nothing to prove The seatbelt hums, the tyres stay keen We don’t need a sentence to know what we mean Easy ride home, easy ride home Easy ride home, easy ride home Window cracked open, letting the night in Easy ride home, easy ride home Let the bakkie pass, let the braid of lanes Let the quiet settle in our names When the last bend comes and the flats appear That same small silence stays right here Easy ride home, easy ride home Easy ride home, easy ride home Window cracked open, letting the night in Easy ride home, easy ride home