Kanan finds himself tapping his toe along with the driving rhythm, not as complicated as the patterns Hera, her father, and the others are keeping, but there's something about the sound that draws him into even this tiny bit of motion.

The lines are fast enough he can't keep up with all the words, but he knows it's about a journey, about seeking, and about consistently not finding. But the love stays, and the search goes on.

He can't really anticipate the ending, whether it will be happy or sad, or whether the search will ever truly be finished.

But the journey, like the song in this moment, keeps going.