This track feels like rolling down an endless highway with the windows cracked and the past riding shotgun. It’s a story about motion, temptation, and the kind of connection that never fully lets go — even when it probably should. Between late-night drives, fleeting faces, and half-spoken promises, there’s a restless energy that keeps pushing forward. The groove is bright and confident, but beneath the swagger lives a quiet ache: the pull of someone who never stays, yet never really leaves. It’s reckless, warm, and alive — a celebration of movement, memory, and choosing the ride anyway.

Dieser Track fühlt sich an wie eine nächtliche Fahrt ohne Ziel, mit offenem Fenster und der Vergangenheit auf dem Beifahrersitz. Es geht um Bewegung, Versuchung und diese eine Verbindung, die einen nicht loslässt – selbst wenn sie es eigentlich sollte. Zwischen Neonlichtern, flüchtigen Begegnungen und unausgesprochenen Versprechen treibt eine ruhelose Energie nach vorn. Der Sound ist sonnig und selbstbewusst, doch unter der lässigen Oberfläche liegt eine leise Sehnsucht: nach jemandem, der nie bleibt, aber auch nie ganz verschwindet. Unvernünftig, warm und lebendig – eine Hymne auf das Unterwegssein und das bewusste Weiterfahren.

Four Knocked

Got a jukebox heart and a trunk full of sin
Four girls knocked and I let ‘em in
One took my watch, two took my pride
And the last one’s still along for the ride

Cracked dash glows in the dashboard light
Her perfume still haunts every red-eye night
There’s gum in the cupholder, blood on a sleeve
And too many exits I refused to leave

She won’t sit still, she won’t get out
Keeps whisperin’ things I can’t live without
She don’t need maps, she don’t ask why
She just lights a smoke and says, “Let’s drive”
Yeah, she’s still along for the ride

We slept in the car just outside of town
She lit up a smoke, burned the daylight down
Said, “You talk too much for a man who’s lost”
Then kissed me hard like she knew the cost

She burned my letters, pawned my coat
Tattooed her name on the motel remote
But I still bought two coffees every day
Like she’d be back… like she’d ever stay

She won’t sit still, she won’t get out
Keeps whisperin’ things I can’t live without
She don’t need maps, she don’t ask why
Just kicks the glovebox and says, “Drive”
Yeah, she’s still along for the ride

Some ghosts walk
This one drives

Saw her once in a rearview blur
Or maybe it was just someone like her
She’d never wave, she’d never cry
She’d just mouth the word “goodbye”

She won’t sit still, she won’t get out
Keeps changin’ the station, changin’ the route
She don’t say love, she don’t say stay
Just fades like headlights anyway
But yeah… she’s still along for the ride

Just kicks the glovebox, laughs
And says, “Drive”


Four Knocked

BRO