Spokes are humming on the concrete floor
Rust is knocking at the open door
Silver handle on a velvet grip
Let the rubber let the rhythm slip
Drifting through the drive-in screen
Ghostly glow of a blue machine
Rolling slow in a velvet haze
Lost inside of a summer daze
Empty parking in a salted row
Where the yellow painted arrows go
Old speakers hanging by a copper wire
Cold wind blowing like a frozen fire
Brake pads screaming on a sudden turn
Something heavy that I had to learn
Broken glass like a diamond rain
Washing over every hidden stain
Drifting through the drive-in screen
Ghostly glow of a blue machine
Rolling slow in a velvet haze
Lost inside of a summer daze
Hand on the bell and a sudden ring
Hear the rusted metal start to sing
One brief touch on a stranger's hand
Sinking deep in the shifting sand
White lines fading in the purple glare
Heavy scent of the midnight air
Tires spinning on a cracked design
Crossing over every faded line
Drifting through the drive-in screen
Ghostly glow of a blue machine
Rolling slow in a velvet haze
Lost inside of a summer daze
Ride the chrome ghost drift
Ride the chrome ghost drift
Chrome ghost drift
