Trunk Line Stakes
(shh) Headlights cutting through the cold mist
Four rings moving through the dead lane
Quarter panel heavy in the freezing rain
Heavy weight resting right behind the seat
Keep it strictly quiet on an empty street
Watch the rearview, keep the mirrors clean
Every single shadow looking too routine
Audi on the asphalt,
running out of grace
Iron on the console,
checking every face
Don't let sirens light the rearview red
One wrong turn and the line goes dead
(don't look
back)
Speedometer climbing past a hundred-two
Too much baggage for a crew to undo
Cold steel rattling under the floor
Locks clicked tight on every single door
Heartrate matching with the engine hum
Waiting on the flashing lights to never come
Audi on the asphalt,
running out of grace
Iron on the console,
checking every face
Don't let sirens light the rearview red
One wrong turn and the line goes dead
(keep it quiet)
Just pavement and mist
(no sirens)
Keep driving