I am the leather on the seat
I feel the rhythm of the beat
The road is closed up at the bend
But here the open highways end
Silver M3 flying fast
Breaking through the heavy cast
Autumn sun in pine tree lines
Crossing over border signs
The driver knows the secret way
To turn the midnight into day
He cuts the curb with steady hand
The fastest ghost in all the land
Silver M3 flying fast
Breaking through the heavy cast
Autumn sun in pine tree lines
Crossing over border signs
The roadblock stands a mile behind
A golden light for us to find
The tires scream on hot concrete
The taste of victory is sweet
Silver M3 flying fast
Breaking through the heavy cast
Autumn sun in pine tree lines
Crossing over border signs
I hold the heat of every turn
While rubber skins begin to burn
The pine trees blur in shades of green
The cleanest getaway I've seen
Old cabs wait in the heavy rain
But we have broken every chain
The gear shift clicks a sudden sound
We leave the heavy city ground
The diesel smoke is far away
We found the gold in autumn gray
A silver flash against the blue
The kind of ride that feels brand new
Silver M3 flying fast
Breaking through the heavy cast
Autumn sun in pine tree lines
Crossing over border signs
Silver streak in the gold
Silver streak in the gold
Ride away now
Ride away
