I feel the cold mountain air
Wind blowing through a girl's hair
My silver skin reflects gold
A story waiting to unfold
My tires grip the winding road
Carrying a heavy load
She holds the camera in tight
Chasing the ghost of the light
Swaying leaves in a copper haze
Lost inside a golden maze
Screaming loud through the alpine bend
A rush that never has to end
The red needle climbs up high
Under a pale autumn sky
Snapshots of a blurring view
Everything feels bright and new
Swaying leaves in a copper haze
Lost inside a golden maze
Screaming loud through the alpine bend
A rush that never has to end
Gear shift click and a sudden spark
Cutting through the coming dark
Fast and free on a velvet track
Never thinking of going back
Chrome and glass in a steady spin
Let the wild mountain race begin
Orange paint on the asphalt street
Heart drumming to a heavy beat
Miles of pine and a rocky wall
Watching all the maple fall
Capture the blur in a single frame
Playing a high stakes racing game
Swaying leaves in a copper haze
Lost inside a golden maze
Screaming loud through the alpine bend
A rush that never has to end
Silver glide in the autumn gold
Stories that we never told
Silver glide, silver glide
