Ghost in Chrome

I left the city breathing slow

Headlights flickered like they know

No map, no call, no second plan

Just the sound of rubber on dry land

The dashboard's humming like a lie

Each mile folds into the sky

Silence leaks through every seam

This isn't flight, it's fever dream

I keep moving, but it's stale

A ghost in chrome, a broken trail

I'm not escaping, just delayed

Hope diluted, nerves decayed

The train tracks came without a sign

Metal singing out of time

I stopped, no reason left to fake

Heartbeat stalling, hands all shake

I keep moving, but it's stale

A ghost in chrome, a broken trail

I'm not escaping, just delayed

Hope diluted, nerves decayed

But the sky cracked open wide

Spilled gold across the quiet side

And in that moment, thin but true

I hit the gas and followed through

Red lights in, the rearview burn

But maybe now, it's not my turn