The Line Of Thunder

The city lights are drowning in the rearview smoke A hundred boots, a promise that we never broke Left the schedule burning, left the chains behind Just chrome and leather, one of a kind. We don’t need a name, we don't need a map Just the leather on the body and the engine in the lap! Hear the synchronized fire from the pipes down below! It’s time to take the answer where the silence starts to grow! ONE THOUSAND MILE NO REASON, THE WIND IN OUR FUCKING HAIR We ride together, and we don't care where! FROM THE FIRST KICKSTART TO THE FINAL DUSTY MILE! We’re stacking up the freedom in outlaw style! THIS IS THE LINE OF THUNDER, BROTHER, HEAR IT ROAR! We just park the machines and demand more! The formation is tight, a black river on the street Every Chopper thumping to a synchronized heartbeat Kickstands hit the gravel—the work is finally done A toast to the road and the setting sun. We don’t need a name, we don't need a map Just the leather on the body and the engine in the lap! Hear the synchronized fire from the pipes down below! It’s time to take the answer where the silence starts to grow! ONE THOUSAND MILE NO REASON, THE WIND IN OUR FUCKING HAIR We ride together, and we don't care where! FROM THE FIRST KICKSTART TO THE FINAL DUSTY MILE! We’re stacking up the freedom in outlaw style! THIS IS THE LINE OF THUNDER, BROTHER, HEAR IT ROAR! We just park the machines and demand more! ONE THOUSAND MILE NO REASON, THE WIND IN OUR FUCKING HAIR We ride together, and we don't care where! FROM THE FIRST KICKSTART TO THE FINAL DUSTY MILE! We’re stacking up the freedom in outlaw style! THIS IS THE LINE OF THUNDER, BROTHER, HEAR IT ROAR! We just park the machines and demand more! We demand more!