Calm And Hypnotic Rhythm Of Night Driving

We spend our days chasing numbers
Counting minutes, counting years
Trying to build a perfect future
While forgetting why we're here
We say tomorrow, maybe later
Like tomorrow always comes
But life is written in the seconds
Between the setting and the sun
Don't wait for someday
Don't wait for signs
The only moment
That we own is now
We're living on borrowed time
So make it yours, make it mine