Track Insight / Lyrics
You pedal hard through the gray
The harbor wind blows your way
Steel frames hum a steady song
Where the coastal road is long
The air tastes like white sea salt
The city grind comes to a halt
You feel the gears start to click
The morning air is sharp and thick
Salty wind in your eyes
Underneath the pale blue skies
Spin the wheel, find the line
Everything is feeling fine
Old piers lean into the tide
Nowhere left for you to hide
Rubber burns on the wet stone
Riding out here all alone
The air tastes like white sea salt
The city grind comes to a halt
You feel the gears start to click
The morning air is sharp and thick
Salty wind in your eyes
Underneath the pale blue skies
Spin the wheel, find the line
Everything is feeling fine
Check the mirror, check the light
Keep your grip and hold it tight
The harbor water turns to gold
A story that the sailors told
The storm has left the shoreline clean
The brightest blue you've ever seen
Lean your weight into the bend
Wait until the journey ends
Salty wind in your eyes
Underneath the pale blue skies
Spin the wheel, find the line
Everything is feeling fine
Stop the bike by the rusted rail
Watch the distant white cloth sail
Breathe the brine and the heavy mist
A morning that the ocean kissed
Salty wind in your eyes
Underneath the pale blue skies
Spin the wheel, find the line
Everything is feeling fine
Just keep rolling.
Salt on the chain.
Ride it home.
