[Male Vocal] Now let me tell you ‘bout a Sunday, chrome out in the light, Citgo sign still glowin’ though it’s broad daylight, She hop on the back, wrap her arms around my chest, Boston in the mirror, headed nine out west. Chrome trim shinin’, ridin’ out the city grid, Got my girl behind me, this the life we live, [Duet — Male + Female] Up to Waltham, up to Prospect Hill we go, Two of us, one engine, and an open road. [Instrumental Break — guitar and violin call and response] Guitar riff sings out over the Sunday air, Violin answers back with a bright-line flair, Six strings talk first, then the bow replies, Trading little stories under open skies. [Verse 1 — Chicago rap pocket] [Male Vocal] Started near Fenway, that Citgo burnin’ red, Left the noise behind us, enter Brookline with a quiet road ahead instead, She said which way, I said trust me, hold on tight, Merge onto Nine, watch the city turn to bright lights, Chestnut Hill Mall slidin’ by like a memory in a frame, Storefronts and traffic, but the road still callin’ my name, Chrome catchin’ sun, handlebars still cool, Every mile out the city breakin’ every rule. [Chorus] [Male Vocal] Now let me tell you ‘bout a Sunday, chrome out in the light, Citgo sign still glowin’ though it’s broad daylight, She hop on the back, wrap her arms around my chest, Boston in the mirror, headed nine out west. Chrome trim shinin’, ridin’ out the city grid, Got my girl behind me, this the life we live, [Duet — Male + Female] Pass through Newton, up to Prospect Hill we go, Two of us, one engine, and an open road. [Instrumental Break — guitar and violin call and response] Guitar cuts a line through the humming air, Violin bends notes like it’s sayin’ a prayer, One riff, one run, trading back that tune, Little sparks of Sunday underneath the moon. [Verse 2 — Chicago rap pocket] [Male Vocal] Caught the on-ramp, hit route 128, She lean in closer like she don’t wanna wait, Trees start thickenin’, city start to fade, Every curve we take like the road was made for us, Pull off quiet, find a spot to eat, Nothin’ fancy, just a table and two seats, Talkin’ ‘bout the ride, talkin’ ‘bout the view, Chrome parked outside catchin’ light on cue. [Bridge — stripped down, just her voice and his] [Male Vocal] Prospect Hill risin’ up ahead of us now, [Female Vocal — whispered] “this the best part,” [Male Vocal] I don’t know how Nothin’ ever felt this simple, this free, Just her, just the chrome, just her riding with me. [Final Chorus] [Male Vocal] Now let me tell you ‘bout a Sunday, chrome out in the light, Citgo sign still glowin’ though it’s broad daylight, She hop on the back, wrap her arms around my chest, Boston in the mirror, headed nine out west. Chrome trim shinin’, ridin’ out the city grid, Got my girl behind me, this the life we live, [Duet — Male + Female] Up to Waltham, up to Prospect Hill we go, Two of us, one engine, and an open road. [Outro — engine idles down, quiet] [Instrumental — soft guitar and fading violin call and response] Guitar hums low like the day’s last line, Violin sighs back with a gentle shine.
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