(Verse 1) Woke up. Did things. Not sure why. Life’s script feels borrowed. Who’s the “I”? (Chorus) Who’s driving? Just a voice in my head. Says: “Get up.” Then stares at a crack in the wall instead. (Verse 2) Deep questions. Lost in the supermarket aisle. Existence feels… Well, kind of trial-style. (Chorus) Who’s driving? Just a ghost in the machine. Debates big meaning… Then scrolls the phone screen. (Bridge) The thinker thinks. But who turned on the light? Doesn’t matter. We’ll figure it out by tonight. (Outro) Lost. But moving. With a shrug and a grin. The van’s empty. But the engine’s in.
