(Yeah... lights on, world off.)

Smoke in the mirror, chrome on the soul.

roadE ridin’ heavy — still in control.

(Let’s go.)

Midnight highway, hummin’ low, (vibe.)

Rain taps rhythm only real ones know. (facts.)

roadE got miles in the bloodline deep,

No rest stop dream ever bought that sleep. (nah.)

Phone lights blinkin’, no one to call,

Just freight and fate, leanin’ through it all.

Steel horse heart, thunder in the lane,

Every load I haul got a piece of my name. (roadE.)

Paper logs, ink smudge, time burn slow,

Snow on the dash, diesel in the flow.

Ten tons pressure, but I never fold,

roadE built different — iron and cold. (truth.)

Smoke stack breathin’ like a tired machine,

Dreams run dirty, but the hustle stay clean. (yeah.)

They see headlights — I see prayer,

Rollin’ through the weight like it ain’t there. (push.)

Every line on this map’s like a scar I earned,

Every bridge I crossed was a page I burned. (roadE.)

I’m the big rig king with the miles in my veins, (ride.)

18 wheels sing louder than the pain. (loud.)

No breaks, no fears — I break, I break through, (break through.)

Still chasin’ that sky painted diesel blue. (truth.)

roadE don’t stall, I just climb that grade,

Heart like an engine, never afraid.

Met an old timer at a truck-stop light, (real.)

Said, “Son, this road’ll steal your nights.” (warned.)

He had eyes that seen the weight of miles,

Still smiled — said, “Boy, make it worthwhile.” (respect.)

roadE nodded, filled the tank with faith,

Shifted gears like I owed the place.

Every soul that rolls knows this code —

Freedom got a price, and it’s paid in road.

Sometimes I see my reflection blur, (ghost.)

Tired eyes, same hat, same world’s turn. (spin.)

Missed birthdays, missed calls, missed chances,

All traded for asphalt romances. (gone.)

But when that sun hits the chrome at dawn,

roadE feels alive, like I still belong.

Can’t cage a storm — I was built to roam,

My heart beats best when I’m far from home.

(Whisper tone.)

Headlights flicker, memories fade, (fade.)

Rain on glass feels like dues I paid.

Road don’t talk back, but she understands,

She took my hurt and shaped my hands. (real.)

I’m the big rig king with the miles in my veins, (king.)

18 wheels hum louder than the pain. (hum.)

No breaks, no fears — I break, I break through, (break through.)

Still ridin’ this sky painted diesel blue. (shine.)

roadE keeps rollin’, storm or flame,

Freedom’s my gospel, drivin’s my name.

Sunset bleeds gold on the tanker chrome, (bright.)

Every goodbye just sends me home. (truth.)

World may forget me — that’s fine, I’m known, (known.)

By every stretch of road I’ve ever owned. (roadE.)

(Soft fade, engine purrs low.)

Miles whisper, “boy, you made it through.” (made it.)

Not rich, not clean, but forever true. (truth.)

Till the tires rest, till the radio’s gone, (gone.)

roadE ridin’ on — still rollin’ strong.

roadE! (roadE!) (roadE!) (roadE!)