Scale House Mirage

[Intro] “Scale inspection ahead — all commercial vehicles prepare to stop.” Cool. Fantastic. Love hearing that at 2 in the morning. [Verse 1] Truck was driving perfect ten miles back Now every sound feels slightly cracked Tiny rattle from the passenger door Suddenly sounds like mechanical war Air pressure good but I check again Then once more just to be safe my friend Steering wheel got a little shake Or maybe that’s just my nerves awake [Pre-Chorus] Dashboard glowing interrogation green Every gauge suddenly feels mean Funny how the truck acts strange The second inspection enters range [Chorus] Scale house mirage in the midnight haze Turning calm drivers into nervous wrecks Every warning light starts telling lies Every mirror check multiplies Catnado heartbeat climbing quick Trying to look calm while feeling sick Truck rolling steady, mind doing flips Toward the glowing inspection scripts [Verse 2] I clean the dash at a red light stop Like dust is what’ll get me caught Receipt avalanche on the passenger side Now suddenly feels like evidence inside Guy beside me nods real slow That universal “good luck” glow Nobody smiles near weigh station signs We all become philosophers at inspection time [Pre-Chorus] CB whispers rolling low “Scale’s open westbound don’t ya know” Collective sigh across the band Like doom just crossed the land [Chorus] Scale house mirage in the midnight haze Turning calm drivers into nervous wrecks Every air hiss sounds brand new Every bump feels legally important too Catnado pulse and fluorescent dread Running safety checklists in my head Truck rolling fine but my brain insists Tonight’s the night something exists [Bridge] Then I roll across the scale real slow Green light flashes… and I go No inspection No disaster scene Just my own overactive machine [Breakdown] Brake hum Diesel drone Every driver feels this alone Scale light fades into the night Blood pressure finally acting right [Final Chorus] Scale house mirage in the rearview glow Making mountains out of things we know Truck still steady, road still long Mind just playing tricks too strong Catnado cooling in the seat Finally feeling my own heartbeat Another checkpoint come and gone And somehow we keep rolling on [Outro] Next sign ahead: “Inspection area one mile.” …you’ve gotta be kidding me.