Inside the moving car things still seem to be the same speed but it isn’t the case, same as our bodies and consciousness. When the car reaches the end, when there’s no gas left and no way to acquire more …rides’ up. The speed of it all, so fast, like we’re all dogs with the window rolled down sticking out our faces, tongues wagging into the fast passing air and at the same time there’s no way we can understand the moving car we are in. Trying to write a song about the speed of life, how when confronted with one’s own end, how did this happen so fast? The answer is it already is happening so fast.