I got lost in Mississauga in a car with air con and surround sound sound.

Listening to Love and Theft, Bob Dylan. There was a chance I might not be found.

There were no worries, no search parties. No smoking signals or orange flair.

I heard about Mississippi. And made a bet that you’d not be there.

I kept driving and found a freeway. Found some letters and familiar sign.

I never panicked, I just listened. I know now what’s yours and what is mine.