One-two-three-four — go!

Asphalt’s burning, sneakers snap and spark,

Paper-cut wind slips deep into my lungs.

Forget the headline noise—one read receipt from you

Smears yesterday in the corner of my view.

I rev my throat to be the engine—BPM one-eighty.

Bite-mark alibis—kick them to the curb.

Tailwind, headwind—fuel them both,

This heartbeat won’t stop till every light turns green.

Ruby Runner—shout it! even if the voice wears thin,

Draw a red line across a map that never fit.

If I’m gonna fall, I’ll fall face-first, grinning—

We won’t stop tonight—straight into the glare.

Run till the chest runs hot,

Pack pain and dreams in the very same pocket—

The future you see is almost here.

Last-train station glass blinks back at me,

A pocket text: “Do I still have time?”

Your laugh’s fingerprint burns inside my cheek;

Before the dawn this city’s terrible at lies.

Unbolt the rearview, erase the turn-back line;

Hesitation’s brake plate shatters under my sole.

Cut a jump into slow-motion fear,

Burst-shoot the “now” and overwrite it all.

Shout till the throat goes dry,

Even a shaky compass isn’t zero, right?

Roll like a stone and get polished by the ride—

We won’t stop tonight—if it’s with you.

Run till the chest runs hot,

Pack pain and dreams in the very same pocket—

The future you see is almost here.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh… count it—one, two, three, four.

Rusty bolts in the heart—pull them one by one.

Bring your fear along—don’t abandon it;

Even every stumble mark can turn to light.

Shout—kick the morning open wide,

Through tear-blurry roads we’ll make it to the end.

If I go down, I’ll go down reaching—

We won’t stop tonight—hey! hey!

Run—no more second-guess,

Pack pain and dreams in the very same pocket—

The future we’re watching is almost here.

Guitars fade to breath; footsteps keep the beat.