Steel horizon bleeds into flame, Mirage of memory whispers my name. Tires hum prayers on the canyon floor, Chasing ghosts I can’t ignore. The sun’s a crown on a dying day, My heart’s the fuel that lights the way. Every mile burns a little sin, But I keep ridin’, I can’t give in. Ride the horizon, where the night begins to shine, Lighting up the dark with this engine of mine. Through the fire, through the storm I’ll climb — ’Cause the road don’t end, it just bends in time. Neon tumbleweeds roll through the haze, Old scars glow like an endless blaze. Radio hums an electric prayer, Static angels in the desert air. The moon cuts silver across my face, A highway star in an endless race. If tomorrow falls before I find, I’ll still ride free with the past behind. Ride the horizon, feel the thunder in your chest, Every scar’s a story, every mile’s a test. Raise your voice, let the heavens align — The road is yours, the stars are the sign. “Keep ridin’… keep ridin’…” Ride the horizon, the fire’s in your eyes, Turn the sand to gold, rewrite the skies. Every dream’s a wheel that spins divine — Ride the horizon, the night is mine! (Guitar sustains into starlight. Synth echoes fade into the desert wind.) “Ride… the horizon…”
