On the Road Where Wild Hearts Ride

The engine hums beneath a crimson sky, dust and wind are drawing lines in

my eyes. The road keeps rolling down to the southern sea, the night is laughing

— it’s calling to me. Women of steel with tequila dreams, restless hearts

chasing silver beams. No chains tonight, just the sound of desire, freedom burns like

an open fire. On the road — where the wild heart’s free, no borderlines,

just whisky and me. On the road — where the night’s alive, chasing the sun

'til I feel I arrive. Wheels of shadow on a golden dawn, every scar is a story gone.

Every curve holds a secret name, and every loss becomes a flame. On the road — where