(While the town is sleeping, we already got the wheels rolling.) (Cold start. Let it run.) I scraped the morning frost right off the frozen glass Watching the yellow headlights cutting through the grass The air is biting cold before the sun breaks red While everybody else is comfortable in bed The brass key turns, the cylinders wake up slow We got a hundred miles of open road to go We take a Cold Start out in the freezing chill Nobody else is going to climb that hill We don't look for easy, we don't ask for light We do the dirty work and we do it right No turning back when the morning frost gives way We earned our position and we're here to stay I let the engine idle while the temp gauge clears I learned to trust the rhythm built up over years They talk about the glory, but they hate the grind They want the finish line without the miles behind The brass key turns, the cylinders wake up slow We got a hundred miles of open road to go We take a Cold Start out in the freezing chill Nobody else is going to climb that hill We don't look for easy, we don't ask for light We do the dirty work and we do it right No turning back when the morning frost gives way We earned our position and we're here to stay (Turn the page. Next chapter.) Let them sleep late and wonder how we won We had the work done before they saw the sun We take a Cold Start out in the freezing chill Nobody else is going to climb that hill We don't look for easy, we don't ask for light We do the dirty work and we do it right No turning back when the morning frost gives way We earned our position and we're here to stay (Before the sun.) (Cold start.)
