[Intro]
Polished chrome under the sun
[Verse]
Old bike in the shed, a stubborn gleam,
I tighten bolts, breathe in the dream.
Grease on fingers, pride in sight,
I coax it back to its summer light.
[Chorus]
Freedom rides on a summer lane,
Perfect test ride, born from patient strain,
Joy in every turn of the chain.
