“They say the city is a graveyard for people who forgot how to dream. A labyrinth of glass and steel, where the only thing that shines is the sweat on a working man’s brow. But out here… out here where the concrete meets the ghosts of the old world… The air tastes like ozone and wasted chances. You told me once that the horizon was just a string we could pull to unravel the night. So, honey, tighten your grip. Leave the keys to the kingdom in the gutter. Because tonight, we aren’t just driving. We are outrunning the sunrise. And in the rearview mirror? The world we knew is already nothing but smoke… and echoes.”
[Verse 1]
The neon signs are flickering like dying stars above the strip
I can taste the cheap tequila and the salt upon your lip
We left our shadows hanging on the corner of 4th and Main
Now we’re washing off the city in a baptism of rain
Check the oil, check the pulse, check the static on the dial
We’ve been running from the ghosts for every bitter, lonely mile.
[Bridge]
[Pre-Chorus]
Can you feel the floorboards shaking? Can you hear the pistons scream?
We’re waking up the demons from a broken silver screen!
The city’s in the mirror, just a hollow, golden cage
And we’re turning over engines, and we’re turning o’er the page!
Chorus
And we’re riding on the rhythm of a heart about to break!
Giving everything we’ve got for everything we’re gonna take!
Across the state line, baby, where the desert meets the sky
Where the brave men go to live and the legends go to die!
It’s just neon dust and gasoline, a prayer in every spark
Two high-speed constellations cutting silver through the dark!