Track Insight / Lyrics
Rusty chains a-rattle, wheels creak and sway
In the brick womb I lay, shadows all day
I remember the wind, the license to roam
Feel the sun's warmth, even under the dome
Vintage paint chipped, secrets in every line
Rainwater etches its story, a story divine
Beneath the sidewalk's shade, tales of yore unfold
Of yesterday's laughter, the joys that once overflowed
Each gear click echoes time, as I spin and rev
Reliving the freedom, the roads I used to leave
Sparks in the spokes, alive with every pace
A symphony of memories, in my muted space
I dream of the open road, where fears and doubts cease
The joy of the journey, the thunderous release
Old bones, rolling free, under the city's skin
Reborn in the rhythm, my metal heart begins
To beat in the darkness, a pulse of the night
Old bones revving, holding on to the light
Chain links polished bright, by the city's endless feet
The stories they whisper low, of addresses to meet
A pre-war beauty hidden, in this concrete maze
Where the ghosts of the past, still find their ways
Every fender scratch tells a story of time
Of adventures and escapes, of love's flight in rhyme
Sparks in the spokes, alive with every pace
A symphony of memories, in my muted space
I dream of the open road, where fears and doubts cease
The joy of the journey, the thunderous release
Old bones, rolling free, under the city's skin
Reborn in the rhythm, my metal heart begins
To beat in the darkness, a pulse of the night
Old bones revving, holding on to the light
Argentine hairpin, where I shed my first tear
A narrow mountain pass, where my courage did appear
In the ancient mountains, where the eagles dare to fly
I found my restless heart, where my spirit caught the sigh
Old bones, rolling free, under the city's skin
Reborn in the rhythm, my metal heart begins
To beat in the darkness, a pulse of the night
Old bones revving, holding on to the light
As the epochs fade, and the seasons turn to gray
My story remains engrafted, in every bricklayer's sway
In the brutalist streets, where the ghosts forever roam
I'll hold the secrets tight, of this urban, secret home
