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Exit 17 was released on October 29, 2025 by 10362914 Records DK2 as a part of the album Johnny

Song Details

Release DateOctober 29, 2025

Label10362914 Records DK2

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM87

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Perseus

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Philippe Rodrigues

Philippe Rodrigues

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Perseus

Producer

Lyrics

I count quarters in a turquoise jar,

Spinners hum at the laundromat bar,

Night news whispers through a dusty fan,

I fold this town like a paper plan.

Forklifts sigh at the morning gate,

Warehouse windows bruise the late,

Keys in a coffee can, hands that shake—

Hope like a secret I’m scared to break.

We said June would be the line,

But April winds feel almost kind;

Pack the silence, pack the doubt—

Turn the key and fade us out.

I’ve got a glovebox map and a jar of light,

You’ve got a melody that steers at night;

We’ll take Exit 17 before the dawn grows mean—

No crowds, no roar, just the road between.

If the engine tells the truth and the morning stays clean,

We’ll be two small lives in a wide, unseen.

Mama sleeps in a thrift-store chair,

Silver thunder in her hair;

I kiss her temple, leave a note:

“Soup in the freezer, my heart afloat.”

Dad keeps debts like dusty trophies,

Says fear is how a man grows slowly;

Sold my six-string to fix the leak,

Traded a chorus for words I mean.

We don’t own more than a week of pay,

Some luck only comes if you leave today;

Tie our names to an open sky,

Say goodbye before we learn to lie.

I’ve got the driver’s window held up with tape,

You’ve got a laugh that can bend the state;

We’ll take Exit 17 while the town sleeps green—

No lights, no screens, just the miles we’ve seen.

If the sun keeps time and the gas runs lean,

We’ll be asphalt prayers and gasoline.

(F) If the city is a stranger, I will learn its name.

(M) If the rain is rent, we’ll dance just the same.

(F) If I miss the past, I’ll sing soft and slow.

(M) If you need to turn back, say the word—I’ll go.

(Both) The shoulder blooms with daisies, the radio is kind;

We’re bigger than our fathers and smaller than the sky.

By the county line, a diner glows,

We split a pie and the map unfolds;

You trace a road like stitching seam,

I say, “Home’s not gone—just changed its mean.”

I’ve got a trunk of letters we don’t need to read,

You’ve got a future like a backroad seed;

We took Exit 17 and the day turned clean—

No claps, no scenes, just the hum between.

If the engine keeps its promise and our hands keep the wheel,

We’ll be something gentle, hard, and real.

We count the miles like beads of light,

Windows down, new names in sight;

If we ever make a city, let it make us right—

Two voices learning how to say goodnight.

Written by: Philippe Rodrigues

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