First Turn

Key in the ignition, morning cold Dashboard waking up, blue then gold The engine catches like it knew Something in the chest that says go No destination on the map Just the feeling of the road ahead First turn out the driveway and I'm free The whole world opening in front of me Not because I planned it, not because I knew Just the road, the morning, coming through Windows down before the highway on-ramp Radio scanning, finding its own voice The sun is sitting on the steering wheel Moving was the only natural choice No destination on the map Just the feeling of the road ahead First turn out the driveway and I'm free The whole world opening in front of me Not because I planned it, not because I knew Just the road, the morning, coming through Sometimes the engine knows before you do That sitting still was never going to work The road doesn't ask you where you're headed It just lets you go