¿Por qué no bajo del carro?

Lyrics

[Intro] It’s five o’clock, keys in my hand, the avenue is wet, and your window is dark. [Verse 1] It’s five o’clock and the phone doesn’t ring; I’m already dressed, keys in my hand. The avenue is wet and empty, and your window remains dark. I pass by the bakery, buy two coffees— one goes cold while I cross the platform— the doorman looks at me but doesn’t ask; he already knows you aren’t coming down today, either. [Chorus] I head out early to find you, but I never arrive; I circle around, block after block. I head out early to find you, but I can’t; I get lost in a city that doesn’t call out to me. And even if I drive until the sun comes up, there’s always a traffic light standing between us. [Verse 2] I dialed your number, then hung up as it started to ring; I left a message I didn’t know how to finish: "I stopped by your place—no one was there." That’s a lie; there were people, but you weren’t among them. The guard on the corner saw me pass by— first on my bike, then on foot— and with every lap, I become more convinced that searching for you is my way of waiting for you. [Chorus] I head out early to find you, but I never arrive; I circle around, block after block. I head out early to find you, but I can’t; I get lost in a city that doesn’t call out to me. And even if I drive until the sun comes up, there’s always a traffic light standing between us. [Bridge] It’s not that I don’t want to arrive; it’s that arriving would mean knowing, and knowing would mean having to let go of what I haven’t let go of yet. I prefer the engine, the road, the noise, the excuse that the traffic is bad— and heading back home with an empty tank and a cold coffee in the seat beside me. [Chorus] I head out early to find you, but I never arrive, I circle around, block after block, I head out early to find you, but I just can’t, I get lost in a city that doesn’t call out to me. And even if I drive until the sun comes up, there’s always a traffic light standing between us. [Outro] It’s five o’clock, keys in my hand, the avenue is wet, your window is dark, and I head out early to find you... but I never arrive.