You shift the gear in bright lemon gold
The Sequoia bark is ancient and old
You tear through the shade of the giant tree
A wild metal spark feeling fast and free
Yellow streak in the redwood green
Fastest ghost that I have ever seen
Tearing past the loam and the forest floor
Pedal down and craving more and more
Sequoia sempervirens stand tall
Watching your chrome and your ego fall
The soil is damp and the needles fly
Under a heavy and coastal sky
Blue lights flashing in the rearview glass
Cutting the wind as the redwoods pass
You dodge the bend with a sudden slide
Nowhere left for a cheat to hide
Yellow streak in the redwood green
Fastest ghost that I have ever seen
Tearing past the loam and the forest floor
Pedal down and craving more and more
Root systems hold while the pistons scream
Tearing a hole in a botanist dream
Slowing the pulse of the xylem flow
Watch how the wild yellow embers glow
The siren wail is a sharp metal knife
Cutting through all of your reckless life
The dirt is deep and the grip is thin
This is the race that you cannot win
Yellow streak in the redwood green
Fastest ghost that I have ever seen
Tearing past the loam and the forest floor
Pedal down and craving more and more
Deep in the dirt
Deep in the gold
The story is told
