

(whoosh) Get my gear up in these stores Yeah they want it,
they want more (oh yeah) Your eyes watching from the door
Dancing on the glowing floor
Yeah, we moving fast
under the retro skies One more turn,
no compromised lies
With the crew, watch the horizon rise
Driving
past where the old world dies (go,
go, go) No hesitation,
no checking the clock
We run the grid and we never gonna stop
Get my gear up in these stores Yeah they want it,
they want more
(oh yeah) Your eyes watching from the door
Dancing on the glowing floor
We ride, we ride,
through the dark of the street We ride,
we ride, to the analog beat (ahhhh) We ride,
we ride, feel the heat of the chase We ride,
we ride, in this timeless space
Driving away, driving away
Into the endless horizon (away...)