South Congress is turning gold. Tires home soft on the avenue.
A silver cabin slips through traffic with a brand new view.
No hands resting on the wheel. No map folded in the seat.
Austin watches then the whole town moves to a quieter beat.
From the river bend to the airport road. Something changed beneath the signs. A door opens. The night stepsin.
And tomorrow crosses the line.
The future just arrived in Austin. silent bright and clean car in the morning. Like a promise we can't see.
From the hills down to the skyline. Every mile feels newly born.
The future just arrived in Austin and we're already moving on.
We used to draw it on a screen. Now it's parked outside the door.
A new way home. A wider dream than we were asking for.
The whole horizon open. Let the city take its turn.
Austin, this is your beginning. Watch the headlights learn.
The future just arrived in Austin and bright and clean
car in the morning like a promise we can see.
From the river to the skyline, hear a thousand windows sing.
The future just arrived in Austin and it feels like everything.
South Congress is turning gold. The first ride disappears. Austin leans into tomorrow.
And tomorrow's here.
