Searching for the Fire

Chrome teeth biting the asphalt skin The sun’s going down on the pride and the sin We left the dust of the coast in the rearview mirror The horizon is jagged, the vision is clearer Leather is seasoned, salt stained and gray We’re chasing the ghosts of a dying day From the neon canyons to the cornfield lines We’re reading the map by the highway signs. The pipes are spitting lightning, rattling the glass Looking for a shadow in the buffalo grass The world’s got a fever, the news is all red But we’ve got a thundercloud living in our head. Kick it into high, let the vibrations bleed We’re the kings of the hollow, the masters of speed. Oh, we’re burning through the miles like a paper soul Chasing the midnight, losing control From town to town, where the lights go low Searching for the fire in the afterglow Just a pack of iron shadows in a restless land Holding the world in a throttle grip hand. 1969, Times Square is a kaleidoscope scream We rode through the center of a technicolor dream The billboards were blinking like a dying star We didn't know who we were, or just how far The asphalt was singing a song of the strange We were looking for rhythm in the middle of the change With a tank full of gas and a pocket of sand Leaving our marks on the concrete strand. Is it freedom if you’re always on the run? Is it morning if you never see the sun? The cities dissolve in the blur of the rain We trade all our memories for a shot of the pain Don’t look back, they’re just echoes in the street The only truth is the rhythm of the heavy metal beat. Oh, we’re burning through the miles like a paper soul Chasing the midnight, losing control From town to town, where the lights go low Searching for the fire in the afterglow Just a pack of iron shadows in a restless land Holding the world in a throttle grip hand. Just passing through… Yeah, just passing through. The neon’s fading… The road keeps calling… Keep the rubber down.