[VERSE 1] Steel nerves burn under bright lights. I chase the spark before it dies. My pulse outruns the warning signs. The shoulder blurs like a ghost line. I swear I’m fine as the road narrows. [CHORUS] Fast Lane roars with a fevered drive. Slow Lane breathes with a grounded calm. Fast Lane cuts like a sharpened vow. Slow Lane holds like a steady flame. [VERSE 2] Soft wind slows the weight in my chest. I feel each step like a quiet vow. The world returns in smaller frames. I trade the rush for a grounded pace. Still fear the ditch when I look back. [BRIDGE] What lane do you claim in the dark. Do you chase speed or guard your breath. Will you burn bright or live with care. The shoulder waits for restless souls. The ditch calls out when you lose grip. [FINAL CHORUS] Fast Lane tempts with its sharpened thrill. Slow Lane steadies the trembling heart. Fast Lane pulls like a rising storm. Slow Lane keeps what the night can’t break.
