Steel frame painted forest green
Cleanest ride I've ever seen
Salty wind hits every spoke
Morning air like heavy smoke
Fog is thick on the bay
Hiding all of the day
Turning left by the pier
Everything feels so clear
Chrome and salt on the coast
That is what I love most
Spin the wheels through the haze
Lost inside of a maze
Grease and coffee on my skin
Where the morning shifts begin
You glide past the wooden rail
Like a ship without a sail
Fog is thick on the bay
Hiding all of the day
Turning left by the pier
Everything feels so clear
Chrome and salt on the coast
That is what I love most
Spin the wheels through the haze
Lost inside of a maze
Chain is humming low and sweet
Concrete humming under feet
Rusted bolts and peeling paint
Breath is shallow, voice is faint
Chrome and salt on the coast
That is what I love most
Spin the wheels through the haze
Lost inside of a maze
Cold brew steaming in a cup
Watch the golden sun wake up
Tires tracing out the line
Everything is feeling fine
Chrome and salt on the coast
That is what I love most
Spin the wheels through the haze
Lost inside of a maze
Just a ride to the end.
Around the river bend.
Chrome and salt.
