At least once a year, I head west out of Kansas City, past the Flint Hills, through the mountains, into the desert, all the way to LA and back. I visit friends, see shows, hike a little. But mostly I sing to myself while I drive, gathering melodies on my phone. I feel creatively alive but a little untethered during these trips. Quarantining alone is unearthing similar emotions. Made with footage from my road wanderings, the lyric video for “Wanted (The Dirty Windshield Version)” is a meditation on those liminal, outside-of-time interludes.