“Turn Off the Map (Blues Bar Version)”

[Intro – spoken, lazy laugh]
Yeah… haha…
Lights are low, plans are gone.
Let it roll.
[Chorus – swing, bar-chant, loop]
Round and round, yeah, round again — HAHA!
Bangla Road said: “Man, forget your plan.”
Round and round, another drink — HAHA!
Lose the fear, lose control, let the night take command.
(HAHA… HAHA… glasses clink, people laughing)
[Verse – bluesy, half-sung]
Bangla Road don’t care where you’re from,
She takes your map and says: “Boy, you’re done.”
Pocket full of hope, head full of noise,
Every bad idea somehow feels like the right choice.
Shoes got dust, heart got scars,
You stop counting minutes, start counting bars.
You ain’t lost, nah, you just delayed,
Life makes sense when the plans all fade.
(HAHA! somebody laughs off-mic)
[Chorus – repeat]
Round and round, yeah, round again — HAHA!
Bangla Road said: “Man, forget your plan.”
Round and round, another drink — HAHA!
Lose the fear, lose control, let the night take command.
[Bridge – blues monologue, crowd murmurs]
Maps talk big… but they lie sometimes.
The best stories?
They never had directions.
Haha… yeah.
[Outro – dialogue, drunk-philosopher style]
— What you gonna remember tomorrow?
— That the map didn’t work. HAHA!
— So what did?
— Laughter.
— Good.
Next time… turn off the GPS.
(HAHA… HAHA… fade out with bar noise)