📚 What comes next?… | Before We Had Somewhere To Go #music #ailig #spain #manoteras

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Podcast - BEFORE WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO
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Lyrics:
BEFORE WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO
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Five people.
Four seats.
Nobody complained.
Windows down.
Music up.
We had nowhere to be.
Perfect.

Same concrete towers,
same broken lift,
same corner where
we learned to exist.
Same old car
with the passenger door
you had to kick twice
then pull once more.
We'd sit there talking
till half past two,
about absolutely nothing...
and everything too.
No money.
No plans.
No reason to leave.
Funny how rich
a night could be.

We kept saying:
"One day
we're getting out of here."
Never noticed
one day
was getting near.

Before we had somewhere to go,
we had all night.
Before we knew who we'd become,
we were alright.
No map, no deadline,
no finish line,
just your stupid jokes
and too much time.
Maybe the world
was waiting outside.
We didn't care.
We had tonight.
Before we had somewhere to go...
we had here.

Someone got hired.
Someone applied.
Someone said,
"I'm leaving in July."
We laughed like July
was a hundred years away,
then watched June
disappear in a day.
Now everybody asks:
"What comes next?"
Like life's some form
we forgot to check.
Career.
Rent.
Future.
Fine.
Can we finish
this conversation first?

Nobody said goodbye.
That's not
how these things begin.
First somebody
just isn't there.
Then you notice
the empty seat.

Before we had somewhere to go,
we had all night.
Before the city got bigger,
this block was our life.
Concrete balconies,
fluorescent light,
cheap speakers
making everything sound right.
Maybe the world
was waiting outside.
We didn't care.
We had tonight.
Before we had somewhere to go...
we had here.

And maybe you'll leave.
Maybe I'll stay.
Maybe we'll become
people we wouldn't recognize today.
Maybe you'll call
from some beautiful town
and say:
"Remember that car?"
I'll say:
"Which one?"
You'll say:
"Shut up."
I'll know.

We don't need
to promise forever.
Forever's got
terrible timing.
Just promise...
if you come back,
you know where to find me.

Now we've got somewhere to go.
That's alright.
Doors are opening.
So are our lives.
Take every road.
Miss every train.
Fall in love.
Start again.
And if one night
the new world feels strange,
come find the old car,
if the damn thing still starts.
We'll talk till morning
like nothing has changed...
knowing perfectly well
everything has.

Five people.
Four seats.
Still nobody complains.