Every street dressed in cheer, but the weight stays near
Deadlines press heavy, can’t shift this gear
Lists and the duties, no room to flow
Clock hands cut deep, can’t catch that glow
Still I’m chasing that bay ride under the moon’s low glow
Holiday hype, but I’m locked in the grind
Racing with time, chains wrap my mind
Neon signs, but I’m blind to the view
Only flame burning is the memory of you
Chrome on the wheel with the coastline breeze
Radio whisper, mind finds its peace
City in the mirror, horizon ahead
All I really need is that night we sped
Lights fade quick, illusions crack
But that bay run keeps pulling me back
Holiday hype, but I’m locked in the grind
Racing with time, chains wrap my mind
Neon signs, but I’m blind to the view
Only flame burning is the memory of you
