[Verse 1] The Hudson’s idling in the Denver rain, A thousand miles of asphalt beneath a neon sky. The rucksack is light, but the hunger is deep, Promises to the horizon that we’re dying to keep. [Pre Chorus] And the road don't end, it just changes the gear, From the jazz-man’s high to the digital fear. Turn it on, tune it in, but watch for the cost, Between the signal we found and the ghost that we lost. [Chorus] Enter the Angels, chrome and leather and fire, Hunter’s on the edge, walking the wire. The Beat becomes the Hippie, the "holy" goes wild, The outlaw is the father and the prankster is the child. Log off. Link up. Drop out. The West Coast Body and the East Coast Pride. The lyric is the weapon, the rhythm is the road, A heavy-duty carry for a heavy-duty load. Log off. Link up. Drop out. [Bridge] (Music drops to a low, pulsing sub-bass) But the bars are dropping... The satellites are watching... The data-brokers are counting every breath... The "Man" is in the cloud now... And the only way out... is now. [Pre Chorus] And the road don't end, it just changes the gear, From the jazz-man’s high to the digital fear. Turn it on, tune it in, but watch for the cost, Between the signal we found and the ghost that we lost. [Chorus] Enter the Angels, chrome and leather and fire, Hunter’s on the edge, walking the wire. The Beat becomes the Hippie, the "holy" goes wild, The outlaw is the father and the prankster is the child. Log off. Link up. Drop out. The West Coast Body and the East Coast Pride. The lyric is the weapon, the rhythm is the road, A heavy-duty carry for a heavy-duty load. Log off. Link up. Drop out. [Verse 4] So leave the phone in the dirt, let the screen go black, Heading for the Dead Zones, the valleys in the dark, Where the algorithm can’t find the human spark. We’re Neo-Dharma Bums with a fountain pen and map, Hitching out of the circuit, out of the trap. The most radical act in a world of total light, Is to vanish like a ghost into the cool, quiet night. [Outro] (Fades into the sound of wind and a pen scratching on paper) Log off. Link up. Drop out. The signal ends... The ghost begins.
