[Intro – Slide guitar riff + low growl] Vroom vroom... Dust in my beard, heart in my chest... Headin' west. [Verse 1] Fifty years and a Harley growl, Patch on my back and a permanent scowl. Left New Mexico at the break of dawn, Rollin' through the heat with the throttle on. Motel pillows made of stone, Diners serve their coffee cold. Gas station map and a beat-up phone, But I ain’t turnin’ back from that golden coast. [Chorus] I got miles to my boy, Rollin' steel, ridin' joy. Through the smoke, through the rain, Pushin’ through the ache and pain. No sweet bed, no motel toys, Just the road… and miles to my boy. [Verse 2] Slept on the seat near Bakersfield, Mosquito bites, but I never squealed. That kid’s my blood, that kid’s my name, Ain’t no mountain gonna block that flame. Momma’s waitin’ with her tired smile, Haven’t seen her in a long, long while. But this trip ain’t about no past, It’s the future rollin’ up real fast. [Chorus] I got miles to my boy, Leather's worn, but I ain't no toy. Through the hills, through the dust, Engine loud but my soul’s in trust. No champagne, no convoy Just the road… and miles to my boy. [Bridge – Slide guitar solo + spoken part underneath] (Spoken, gravel voice) “Seven days, four motel fights, two flat tires… But nothin’ gonna stop me from huggin' that kid.” [Slide guitar solo] [Final Chorus – Uplifting, same riff, thicker backing vocals] Now I’m here, boots on sand, Ross runs up and grabs my hand. His mama smiles, tears in her eyes, Even the tough ones cry sometimes. Ain’t no gift, ain’t no ploy, Just a biker… who made it to his boy. [Outro – Groove slows, fading guitar + engine sound] “Kickstand down… journey done… for now.” [Slide lick + engine fade out]
