Even the most ardent city lover has to get away sometimes. To a place where the sun feels warm, not oppressive. Where breezes smell sweet and not full of dust. Where the night sky is a black sheet dotted with thousands of tiny pin pricks of light, not something hidden behind an neon-orange glow. A place where horizons expand out of sight, across fields and oceans, where dreams are not contained or crushed by concrete and asphalt.
But the city always calls you back. The electric buzz hums down the line, and time ticks back around to its normal rhythms.
The track that takes you out of the city is the same one that brings you back home.