CHROME HORSES

[Intro — distorted radio / old truck ignition] Yeah... Old bricks don't die. They just learn new tricks. [Verse 1] Old brick Volvo, square headlights glow Three hundred thousand and she's ready to go Rust on the fender, wires in the dash Built her from the bones while the whole world crashed Paint on my hands, code on the screen Half in the garage, half in a dream Everybody wants what tomorrow might bring I'm makin' tomorrow outta old damn things [Pre-Chorus] They said throw it away, get something new I said you don't know what old steel can do Neon in the rearview, stars overhead Future ain't coming — it's already here [Chorus] Chrome horses on an electric road Old brick Volvo with a digital soul Country boy heart in a cyberpunk glow Building strange worlds everywhere I go I got grease on my hands, got art in my head Turning yesterday into what's coming next If the future wants me, tell it where I'll be— In the shop making something they ain't ever seen [Verse 2] Wood on the bench, motherboard lights Oil paint dripping through satellite nights Machines talk back, but I know their sound Every broken thing's got another round Old cassette playing through a brand-new rig Little bit country, little too big Purple sky burning while the bassline rolls Analog machines with digital souls [Bridge — beat drops, acoustic guitar + synth pulse] Keep your perfect plastic I like scars in the steel Keep your fake tomorrow I build something real From the brick to the brush From the wrench to the code We're the last old builders On the first new road [FINAL CHORUS — huge] Chrome horses on an electric road Old brick Volvo with a digital soul Country boy heart in a cyberpunk glow Building strange worlds everywhere I go Grease on my hands, lightning in my head Making new worlds from the things they left for dead Everybody's waiting for the future to show— I'm already driving it home. [Outro — engine idle / distant synth] Old bricks don't die... They just learn new tricks.