Текст песни
Fourteen years and a box of parts
No plan, just fire and a beating heart
Bent frame, busted dreams, rust and scars
But I learned real quick how to chase the stars
Wrenched my knuckles, cursed the night
Gasoline prayers under one bare light
When she coughed to life, I swore I knew—
Freedom don't come clean, it comes through you
I been ridin' through the storms and sins
Good roads, bad friends, and worse dead ends
Chrome and scars, they shine the same
Every mile another name
I built this life from broken parts
Ain't no map for a restless heart
Still ridin' hard, still ridin' far
From a box of parts to who I are
Met saints with switchblades, drifters with grace
Saw heaven in the wind, hell in a face
Some rode true, some rode mean
Some just chased what might have been
Every back road sang my name
Every wreck taught me the game
It's the road that judges, not the law—
You live by throttle, you die by flaw
I been ridin' through the storms and sins
Good roads, bad friends, and worse dead ends
Chrome and scars, they shine the same
Every mile another name
I built this life from broken parts
Ain't no map for a restless heart
Still ridin' hard, still ridin' far
From a box of parts to who I are
Now the bars hum low in my calloused hands
Every road I rode still understands
Got ghosts in mirrors, angels on the tank
They ride with me, no need to thank
I been ridin' through the storms and sins
Took the loss, wore the grin
Yeah, the road's my church, the sky my scar
From a box of parts to who we are
Still ridin' hard, still ridin' far—
Yeah, from a box of parts
To who I are