Selby Rush
(go, go, go)
Dust on the highway,
a map in his hand
Isaac Selby is chasing the land
No time for waiting,
the engine starts to roar
He's got his eyes on the open shore
He won't look back,
he's on the run
Underneath the midday sun
Run fast, Isaac Selby,
run toward the fire
Fueling the spark
of a wild desire
No brakes, no limits,
no looking behind
Leaving the ghost of the city behind
A cold northern wind
is calling his name
But Isaac knows how to play the game
He's burning the road,
he's breaking the mold
Turning his stories to solid gold Run fast,
Isaac Selby, run toward the fire
Fueling the spark
of a wild desire
No brakes, no limits,
no looking behind
Leaving the ghost
of the city behind
Run on, Isaac...
(run on, run on)