New frame, cold grip, the motor learns my hand, Each turn comes quicker than the map had planned. I used to count the miles; now I count the need, A red mark calls me—I'm already at speed. Lean in, lock on, the route falls away, One more gear and I'm there today. I Ride The Rush, I cut the distance clean, Where you're calling, that's where I'll be. I Ride The Rush, through the turn, through the night, Fast enough to get there in time. Rain on the visor, your signal comes through, Two streets, one crossing, I'm coming to you. This cycle answers before I can speak, A hand needs help—I arrive in a streak. Lean in, lock on, the route falls away, One more gear and I'm there today. I Ride The Rush, I cut the distance clean, Where you're calling, that's where I'll be. I Ride The Rush, through the turn, through the night, Fast enough to get there in time. Go—when the call comes, Go—when the road bends, Go—if you need me, I'm there before it ends. I Ride The Rush, I cut the distance clean, Where you're calling, that's where I'll be. I Ride The Rush, through the turn, through the night, Fast enough to get there in time. When you call, I'm already on my way.
