Tires hiss on the cracked blacktop
Camera clicks the shutter won't stop
Glowing oculars scan the pumps
Data streams where the midnight comes
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
Neon eyes on a diesel scene
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
She rolls through the night like a ghost machine
Chrome fingers tap the plastic shell
Uploading phantoms from a digital hell
Gas fumes mix with the ozone bite
She fuels the bike for the morning light
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
Neon eyes on a diesel scene
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
She rolls through the night like a ghost machine
Four roads meet at the sodium glare
She wipes the dust from her leather wear
Memory cards in a ziplock bag
Each frame a warning a jagged tag
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
Neon eyes on a diesel scene
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
She rolls through the night like a ghost machine
Rain slicks the sign for the last cold beer
She shifts the gear disappears from here
No rearview glance no sentiment
Just chrome and kerosene heaven-sent
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
Neon eyes on a diesel scene
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
She rolls through the night like a ghost machine
Chrome and kerosene burning clean
She owns the dark and the in-between
