Boots on, I’m not chasing ghosts today Sun’s low, gold like an old Polaroid Hair dancing in the rearview, let it fly World keeps pushing — I just let it slide Turn the volume up, cut the noise My pace, my rules, my quiet choice This town’s burning like a blacktop road I’m ice in a cup, moving light, moving slow When it gets loud, I hear me clearer Cooler heads — I’m the calm in the middle of a hurricane Dust on my boots — Steady hands on the reins I walk my line, I need no Fight If there’s a finish line, I’m crossing it quiet Cooler heads prevail And today, I’m the living proof Gas station glow in that 4 AM light Paper cup coffee, black, burning just right Clerk says “why you smiling?” -guess he knew I just laugh: “got less to prove” Diesel engine revs, trying to ignite But I don’t need that heat to know I’m right They want drama, a Hollywood scene I hand them calm, keep my conscience clean When it all shakes, I’m still standing Cooler heads — I’m the calm in the middle of a hurricane Dust on my boots — Steady hands on the reins I walk my line, I need no Fight If there’s a finish line, I’m crossing it quiet Cooler heads prevail And today, I’m the living proof Left my phone on the dash, i let it Shout Sometimes strength is knowing what to tune out I’m not turning every hill into a fight Just moving to the dawn, into the light Cooler heads — I’m the calm in the middle of a hurricane Dust on my boots — Steady hands on the reins I walk my line, I don’t gotta run it No pressure, no rush — just how I planned it Cooler heads prevail And I’m keeping it that way
