Verse 1: The road’s a vein that never heals, Bleeds light through desert bones, I drive until the silence feels, Like someone breaking all my phones, Verse 2: The neon hums, the night won’t pray, A sign says Heaven 12 miles west, I laugh and take the longer way, ’Cause hell’s the road that fits me best, Chorus x2: I’m on the ghost freeway, Where the lights just sway, don’t fade, Neon saints and static grace, Guide the lost through empty space, I’m on the ghost freeway, Rolling past what I can’t say, Every mile’s a new decay, But I drive it anyway, Verse 3: My tank runs low, my pulse runs high, The ghosts are drunk and talk too much, They ask me if I plan to die, I tell them death’s a gentle crutch, Bridge: The preacher on the static speaks, Says sinners never make it home, But home’s the lie the daylight leaks, And I was born to ride alone, Guitar Solo (8 bars, slide + twang + haunted shimmer, warbly tape feel) Drum Solo (4 bars, chip-noise kit + retro snare rolls + desert thunder vibe) Chorus x2: I’m on the ghost freeway, Where the lights just sway, don’t fade, Neon saints and static grace, Guide the lost through empty space, I’m on the ghost freeway, Rolling past what I can’t say, Every mile’s a new decay, But I drive it anyway, Outro: This ghost freeway don’t end for me, Loops through smoke and gasoline, Fade to code, to memory, Pixel saint in tangerine,
