10 5812 Midnight drive (04-06 Loop) 5022

[An existential flight forward. The combination of dark guitar solos and the deep, German speaking voice creates a sense of monumental loneliness and the determination of an individual who finds their only support in the constant flow of movement.] [Intro kein Vorspiel bitte] Tank’s low, but I can still make it One more ramp, one more turn And I still don’t know how this goes No map, no plan keep moving My pulse stays high, won’t settle now I’m gone before the dawn Tank’s low, but I can make it One more exit, one more bend And I’m still not sure where this ends [Verse 1] Streetlights blur to streaks of gold Another town another story told This old highway hums a lonely tune Wishing on a half-forgotten moon [Pre-Chorus] Late-night wheels, roll on Headlights shave the lane lines clean Night drive, keep it moving [Chorus –crossover - Guitar Solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] Midnight drive, keep on My pulse goes hard, no slowing down Leave the mess back in the road I’m gone before they know [Guitar solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental] [Verse 2] Coffee tastes like yesterday Sunrise paints the sky in gray Radio plays a forgotten hit Makes me wanna dance a bit [Pre-Chorus] Late-night wheels, roll on Headlights shave the lane lines clean Night drive, keep it moving [Chorus] Midnight drive, keep on My pulse goes hard, no slowing down Leave the mess back in the road I’m gone before they know [Bridge] [Spoken deep, resonant male voice, divine, like warm thunder, slow and majestic] Vielleicht brauch ich keinen Grund Nur genug Sprit und ein bisschen Zeit Dann darf sich die Karte weiter ändern Meile für Meile, quer durch die Nacht Tank ist fast leer, und ich fahr trotzdem weiter Noch eine Ausfahrt, noch ein falscher Weg Ich hab keine saubere Antwort für dich Ich weiß nur: Stillstehen liegt mir nicht Nicht heute [Outro–crossover - Guitar Solo with sustained notes and doom feeling, Dark, sacred, monumental] Fuel’s low, but I can still make it One more ramp, one more curve And I still don’t know where this goes No map, no plan, keep moving I’m gone before dawn breaks Fuel’s low, but I can still make it One more exit, one more turn And I still can’t tell where it lands No map, no plan keep rolling My pulse stays high, won’t settle down I’m out before dawn breaks keep rolling Midnight drive, Midnight trip, Midnight Race [Guitar solo, with sustained notes and doom feeling, sacred, monumental, very little sax! very little military brass!]