Rolling Horizons

Rolling Horizons

Sun’s drippin’ gold on the open road,
Wheels hum low, in that steady flow.
Leather seat hugs while the sky turns wide,
Every breath tastes like the edge of time.

No map, no plan, just the road ahead,
Chasin’ the colors that the sunset bled.

Ride—let the wind take my name,
Ride—leave the past in the flame.
Ride—till the stars light my way,
I was born to keep rollin’ and never stay.

Fields sway slow in the summer heat,
Heart’s in sync with the tires’ beat.
Every mile’s a story I get to write,
In the ink of the day and the pen of night.

Every turn is a door to the new,
Every shadow’s just passin’ through.
Speed’s not the point, it’s the feelin’ inside,
The soul finds peace on a long, slow ride.

Ride—let the wind take my name,
Ride—leave the past in the flame.
Ride—till the stars light my way,
I was born to keep rollin’ and never stay.

Sky fades down to a silver hue,
The ride goes on, and the heart stays true.