[Intro] Steel on stone, the morning breaks Fresh-cut lines and rattling brakes [Verse 1] At Harbor Ledge, the shutters rise Chalk on the coping, fire in our eyes Maya drops first, wheels bite the seam Carving a clean line through a concrete dream By the old grain yard, beneath the painted wall We trade near misses, laughing when we fall Every scar on the deck has a story to tell Every landing rings like a victory bell [Pre-Chorus] From the plaza blocks to the river rail We chase the next impossible trail [Chorus] Raise your boards, let the whole town know We found our kingdom where the hard wheels roll From Harbor Ledge to the grain yard flame Every spot, every crew, every heart beats the same Ride through the doubt, rise over the scar No map can hold us, we know where we are Tonight we celebrate the lines we made Kings and queens of the concrete parade [Verse 2] Under South Station, the pillars shake Tomas lands clean after three attempts to make The bank by the market wears a silver scar A dozen names scratched where the best days are At Riverside Bowl, the sunset burns We pass the wax while the whole crew turns One last run with the floodlights bright A perfect arc cutting into night [Pre-Chorus] From the courthouse steps to the warehouse gate We turn rough ground into something great [Chorus] Raise your boards, let the whole town know We found our kingdom where the hard wheels roll From Harbor Ledge to the grain yard flame Every spot, every crew, every heart beats the same Ride through the doubt, rise over the scar No map can hold us, we know where we are Tonight we celebrate the lines we made Kings and queens of the concrete parade [Bridge] If the rain takes one spot, we’ll find another If one of us falls, we lift our brother New wheels, old rails, one fearless sound A thousand bright routes waiting to be found [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Raise your boards, let the whole town know We found our kingdom where the hard wheels roll From Riverside Bowl to the station flame Every spot, every crew, every heart beats the same Ride through the doubt, rise over the scar No map can hold us, we know where we are Tonight we celebrate the lines we made Kings and queens of the concrete parade [Outro] Harbor Ledge, South Station, river running gold Grain yard, market, every story told Wheels keep turning, dawn will find us there Another line, another sky, another victory to share
