[Verse 1]
Tires screech hard across the bypass lane
Broken meter clocks keep scoring the strain
You slap the dashboard, cursing the chain
I flick the gearstick, ignore the rain
[Chorus]
Born to run, never planned to park
Map ripped up, seeking a spark
Every mile hums past the mark
Jump that crest, leave a noisy lark
[Verse 2]
Truck‑stop jukebox eats our last dime
Coffee tastes like nickel and grime
We steal the waitress’s closing time
Race the sunrise, skipping the climb
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