📚 What comes next?… | Before We Had Somewhere To Go #music #ailig #spain #manoteras

Link to track - BEFORE WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_l3dSVjaq3-M4tmws_cOEX134LX70AY7LE&si=UHRThzgLg88DU-Em Podcast - BEFORE WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO https://youtu.be/it9wv3vAUZI Check Out the YouTube Artist Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@AI-lig Music available on all music streaming services Lyrics: BEFORE WE HAD SOMEWHERE TO GO -------------------------------------------------------------- Five people. Four seats. Nobody complained. Windows down. Music up. We had nowhere to be. Perfect. Same concrete towers, same broken lift, same corner where we learned to exist. Same old car with the passenger door you had to kick twice then pull once more. We'd sit there talking till half past two, about absolutely nothing... and everything too. No money. No plans. No reason to leave. Funny how rich a night could be. We kept saying: "One day we're getting out of here." Never noticed one day was getting near. Before we had somewhere to go, we had all night. Before we knew who we'd become, we were alright. No map, no deadline, no finish line, just your stupid jokes and too much time. Maybe the world was waiting outside. We didn't care. We had tonight. Before we had somewhere to go... we had here. Someone got hired. Someone applied. Someone said, "I'm leaving in July." We laughed like July was a hundred years away, then watched June disappear in a day. Now everybody asks: "What comes next?" Like life's some form we forgot to check. Career. Rent. Future. Fine. Can we finish this conversation first? Nobody said goodbye. That's not how these things begin. First somebody just isn't there. Then you notice the empty seat. Before we had somewhere to go, we had all night. Before the city got bigger, this block was our life. Concrete balconies, fluorescent light, cheap speakers making everything sound right. Maybe the world was waiting outside. We didn't care. We had tonight. Before we had somewhere to go... we had here. And maybe you'll leave. Maybe I'll stay. Maybe we'll become people we wouldn't recognize today. Maybe you'll call from some beautiful town and say: "Remember that car?" I'll say: "Which one?" You'll say: "Shut up." I'll know. We don't need to promise forever. Forever's got terrible timing. Just promise... if you come back, you know where to find me. Now we've got somewhere to go. That's alright. Doors are opening. So are our lives. Take every road. Miss every train. Fall in love. Start again. And if one night the new world feels strange, come find the old car, if the damn thing still starts. We'll talk till morning like nothing has changed... knowing perfectly well everything has. Five people. Four seats. Still nobody complains.