Lyric

Needle glances at the dial face

Gears remember how to bite

Rubber burns a measured place

Metal hums in tightened light

Feet are timed to shifting notes

Hands are ready at the line

Speed arranges folded votes

We accelerate the simple sign

Count the clicks and ride the beat

Keep the meter in your feet

Push the gauge and do not slow

Let the forward motion grow

Piston hits, hold, release, go

Turn the gauge, the numbers show

Piston hits, hold, release, go

Drive the path, and do it slow

Wind carves letters on the glass

Passing signs like cut-out script

Moments stack and then they pass

We unwrap the tightened crypt

Mirrors fold the pale-lit road

Lines converge into a seam

Every engine keeps the code

Every engine owns the dream

Count the clicks and ride the beat

Keep the meter in your feet

Push the gauge and do not slow

Let the forward motion grow

Piston hits, hold, release, go

Turn the gauge, the numbers show

Piston hits, hold, release, go

Drive the path, and do it slow

Slow the hand, but keep the pulse

Let the metal name the cause

Brake no more than brief impulse

Keep the forward, keep the laws

Dashboard dims into the dawn

Breath matches steady lines of chrome

What was anxious now moves on

We arrive back where we call home