Easy Ride

[Verse 1] Yeah, windows down, just me and the road, Sunshine pouring, feelin' that glow. Got my favorite tune, playin’ on repeat, Nothing but freedom under my feet. Trees flashin' by, fields rollin' green, World’s lookin' like a movie scene. No worries here, no deadlines near, Just me and the breeze and a cold root beer. [Chorus] Oh, so perfect, nowhere to be, Rollin' along, feelin’ free as can be. Whole world stretched out wide, Yeah, it’s just me on an easy ride. [Verse 2] Passin’ by farms, cows on the fence, Kids on bikes, and it all makes sense. Not a single honk, no rush in sight, Just a smooth, straight road in the fading light. Sky’s that perfect, endless blue, Feels like it was painted just for you. Windows down, just cruisin’ along, Feelin' like nothing could go wrong. [Chorus] Oh, so perfect, nowhere to be, Rollin' along, feelin’ free as can be. Whole world stretched out wide, Yeah, it’s just me on an easy ride. [Bridge] Turnin’ back home, sun hangin' low, Feelin' like heaven’s got me in flow. Then lights in the mirror, flashin’ red and blue, Thinkin’, “What’s goin' on? I didn’t have a clue.” Pull to the shoulder, heart’s beatin' fast, Officer strolls up, shades and a sass. I say, “Hey, what’s up? I wasn’t goin' fast.” But his look says, “Buddy, today’s your last.” [Verse 3 - Insane Twist Reveal] He leans in close, “Speed? Don’t make me laugh, You left the whole town in your goddamn path. What in the actual fuck is wrong with you? You crushed half the market and kept on through.” I’m blinkin’ dumb, like, “What’d I do?” He says, “Check the front—it’s a freakin’ blood stew. Brains on the bumper, bones in the grille, You left half the town lookin’ roadkill.” “The baker’s toast, the butcher’s gone, The florist’s splattered across someone’s lawn. You hit the priest, the mayor, too— Hell, they’re picking up teeth from Avenue Two.” [Final Chorus - Ironic Twist] Oh, so perfect? No, not quite, Didn’t see the chaos left in my sight. Thought life was sweet, but now I’m done, Guess my “perfect ride” just came undone. [Outro - Dark Humor] So here I am, cuffs tight as hell, Takin’ my “perfect ride” to a prison cell. Life behind bars, well, I guess that’s fair— Hope they’ve got road trips in the electric chair.