[high vocal clarity] [studio quality] [brass instrumental] [Verse 1] Everything evaporates, the past is on fire, Chasing beauties every day, fueled by reckless desire. We were young and restless, with our hearts on our sleeves, Spilling secrets on the pavement, playing make-believe. [mute] [Pre-Chorus] But the clock is ticking loud, can you hear that sound? All the laughter turns to mutters, buried underground. [buildup] [Chorus] So let’s hit the gas, leave it all behind, With every mile we lose the faces, the ghosts we’ll never find. We’re racing toward the sunset, with memories in the rearview, But I miss the smell of innocence, and the promise of the new. [breakdown] [solo] [Verse 2] Old friends turn to strangers, as we drift apart, Once we roared like engines, now we’re broken hearts. Cracked pavement tells our tales, of victories and scars, Now the roads are lined with copies, drowning out our stars. [drop] [Pre-Chorus] But the dreams we chased so wildly are fading in the haze, Leaving footprints in the dust, of a reckless, restless phase. [mute] [Chorus] So let’s hit the gas, leave it all behind, With every mile we lose the faces, the ghosts we’ll never find. We’re racing toward the sunset, with memories in the rearview, But I miss the smell of innocence, and the promise of the new. [brass vamp] [Bridge] And when the engine goes cold, and silence fills the air, I’ll remember the laughter and the moments we would share. But the finish line is calling, a bittersweet embrace, As we wave goodbye to childhood, and head toward our fate. [buildup] [brass instrumental 2] [Chorus] So let’s hit the gas, leave it all behind, With every mile we lose the faces, the ghosts we’ll never find. We’re racing toward the sunset, with memories in the rearview, But I miss the smell of innocence, and the promise of the new. [drop 2] [Verse 3] There's never enough time where you were, The flow won't reverse, you can't re-trace your steps. Eventually the changes all blend and fade into a whir, Leaving you hoping that you paid propah respects. [drum instrumental] [mute] [Outro] So here’s to the nights we lived out loud, And the dreams we rode on borrowed time. We’ll keep the fire burning, though we’re lost in the crowd, As we race into the future, leaving innocence behind. [solo 2]