Four cylinders screaming, a Falcon in flight, Tearing a hole through the fabric of night! Low-profile shadow, a rush on the street, Where the heat of the engine and the cold asphalt meet! Then I switch to the iron, the heavy-weight soul, The pulse of the piston, the thunderous roll.... Six Hundred Horses of an alloy heart, The city’s a memory, falling apart Witness Me. Witness Me! Twist of the wrist, the needle hits the red, Leaving the ghosts and the words that they said! Past the limit, where the sirens don't follow, Burning the wind, making the silence hollow! One hundred... two hundred... out of the blue, The myth is the truth, and I'm passing through! Witness Me. Witness Me! The blue and the red fade away in the glass, A blur in the lane, I’m the ghost as I pass! Too fast for the chase, or the radio wire, A streak of silver, a soul on fire! They say if you vanish at the speed of the light, The law cannot find you in the dead of the night! The skyline is shrinking, the borders are crossed, I’m the king of the road, and I’ll never be lost! Witness Me. Witness Me! Click. Shift. Lean. Fly. The world... is a... blur in... my eye. WITNESS ME! Twist of the wrist, the needle hits the red, Leaving the ghosts and the words that they said! Past the limit, where the sirens don't follow, Burning the wind, making the silence hollow! One hundred... two hundred... out of the blue, The myth is the truth, and I'm passing through! Witness Me. WITNESS ME! Into the dark. Out of the reach. Witness Me. Witness Me.
