Tramp & Curly
Tramp
You ever feel like the wind carries a half‑finished song and you just have to chase it down the road?
Curly
Yeah, it’s like a melody that drifts on the breeze, so I grab my guitar and head down that dusty road, chasing the echo until it lands somewhere. That's the best kind of restless.
Tramp
Sounds good—just keep an eye out for potholes that love to hide in the moonlight.
Curly
Potholes, huh? I’ll paint them into the chorus—gotta turn those hiccups into hooks.
Tramp
Yeah, let them sing, but keep the footwork smooth.