In the heart of the city, through the winding lanes,
A symphony of engines, a chorus of refrains.
The car, a vessel of freedom, gliding through the night,
With headlights piercing the darkness, a beacon of light.

Metal and rubber, in harmony they dance,
On asphalt rivers, they take their chance.
The hum of the motor, a soothing serenade,
As miles unravel, memories are made.

Through sunlit days and moonlit eves,
The car whispers stories, of roads and leaves.
From mountain peaks to valleys low,
It carries dreams wherever we go.

In the rearview mirror, the past fades away,
With every turn, a new path to sway.
The journey is endless, the destination unknown,
For in the car, the world is our own.