No People There

[vocal mature_female_lead clear_enunciation resonant_tone steady_delivery lifted_final_chorus] [tempo mid_tempo_pop_rock] [entry centered_intro mono_centered_intro no_hard_panning] [instrumentation warm_overdriven_guitars rounded_bass steady_drums soft_synth_pad filtered_electronic_motion light_backing_harmonies] [production polished_pop_rock hybrid_analog_digital filtered_percussion low_lit_synth_atmosphere] [mood restless_release open_road_relief late_day_escape] [mix balanced_stereo_field smooth_high_end softened_cymbal_transients natural_cymbal_decay balanced_top_end clean_top_end no_digital_harshness vocal_forward tape_saturation subtle_analog_warmth] [section verse_chorus_verse_chorus_bridge_final_chorus] [exclude bright_glitch_spray sharp_interference sparkling_noise icy_shimmer abrasive_signal_breakup brittle_cyber_textures harsh_top_end splashy_cymbals] Verse 1 Traffic stacked up downtown, engines burning hot, Billboards talking louder than the people that I spot. Screens in every window, wires across the sky, I roll the windows down and let it all slide by. Chorus Out where the back roads cut through the pines, The sun feels warmer, the air feels fine. No towers buzzing, no voices to share, Just the wind in my hair — and no people there. Verse 2 Past the last station, past the fading dial, Silence in the treeline makes me rest a while. Gravel on the tires, city far behind, The only sound that finds me is the rustle of the pines. Chorus Out where the back roads cut through the pines, The sun feels warmer, the air feels fine. No towers buzzing, no voices to share, Just the wind in my hair — and no people there. Bridge Maybe silence isn’t cruel, maybe I just needed room. All the noise we used to bear— I can’t hear it, can’t repair. Final Chorus There’s no people there, but I don’t mind, the road is empty, I’ve got time. I lost the world, but I found my prayer— in no people, no people there.