No Agenda

[Verse 1]
We’re strangers in a room with no agenda,
Some came to start a riot, some to make a friend.
Some are hiding by the exit, looking very normal—
Some are here to make the strange thing normal again.

[Chorus]
No one knows the plan; we’re doing fine.
Pick a lane, or don’t; we’ve got all night.
Some want out, some want in, some want to yell—
And forward’s the only way for some. Oh well.

[Verse 2]
There’s a guy who brought his anger, packed it neatly in a tote.
There’s a woman making small talk like it’s keeping us afloat.
Someone’s mastered disappearing while still standing in plain sight;
Someone says, “This is how it’s done,” and we all nod like it’s right.

[Bridge]
No map, no leader, no cause to defend—
Just a room full of strangers pretending we planned.
If forward is the only road left to take,
We’ll move along together. For convenience’s sake.

[Outro]
Nice to meet you. Don’t ask where we’re going.
We’re already going.