Verse 1 The Harley rumbles under me like it’s got my number memorized. Chrome catching the sunrise sharp— a blade the night forgot to hide. The horizon keeps pretending it’s some mystery I can’t reach, but I’ve got grit in my blood and a lifetime of open speech. Pre-Chorus Questions follow me like shadows. I don’t answer. I just keep riding. Chorus Boots locked on the horizon, motor growling like it dares me back. Stillness feels too close to dying, so I keep leaning into the black. No excuses, no declarations— the road doesn’t need my truth. Freedom lives in the throttle, and I ride it like proof. Verse 2 Gas tank full of maybe, heart full of whatever comes. Life talks loud behind you when you stop listening to anyone. My pulse keeps time with the pistons, my thoughts ride rough in the wind— some memories try to hitch a ride, I leave them where they’ve been. Pre-Chorus (repeat) Questions follow me like shadows. I don’t answer. I just keep riding. Chorus (repeat) Boots locked on the horizon, motor growling like it dares me back. Stillness feels too close to dying, so I keep leaning into the black. No excuses, no declarations— the road doesn’t need my truth. Freedom lives in the throttle, and I ride it like proof. --- Bridge If the horizon ever caught me, it’d find a man already gone. Some roads don’t lead you forward— they just dare you to keep riding on. --- Final Chorus Boots locked on the horizon, engine hot, heartbeat steady and rough. This life don’t hand out answers— but it gives you miles if you’re tough. No map, no mercy, no finish— just asphalt calling my name. If freedom’s a fire worth feeding, I’ll burn ‘til nothing’s the same.
