City lights fade behind. Radio loses the line. Phone goes dark. Engine low. One more turn. Then I let go. Last voice gone. Nothing calls. Only headlights on these walls. No directions. No return. For the first time I let it burn. No signal. No sound. Nothing left to pull me down. No voices. No signs. For the first time, the road is mine. No signal. No sound. Nothing left to pull me down. No voices. No signs. For the first time, the road is mine.