Coffee burns the plastic cup
Salty grease is piling up
Wet black road begins to glow
Watching all the taillights flow
Humming on the damp night street
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat Under yellow overheads
Chasing lines of silver threads
Chrome is shaking in the wind
Where the highway curves begin
White paint stripes a steady blur
Hear the heavy engine purr
Humming on the damp night street
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat Under yellow overheads
Chasing lines of silver threads
Tires grip the oily rain
Cutting through the midnight strain
Cold air hits the open glass
Watching every marker pass
Humming on the damp night street
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat Under yellow overheads
Chasing lines of silver threads
City limits fall behind
Leaving every ghost entwined
Pressure builds inside the gear
Now the open road is clear
Humming on the damp night street
Feel the rhythm, feel the beat
Under yellow overheads
Chasing lines of silver threads
Silver threads. Just keep rolling.
Keep it rolling.
