Throttle and Heartstrings

Five-point harness strapped in tight Cold asphalt waiting for the green flag

light

(yeah, here we go)

Rookie year, hands shaking on the wheel

Every turn felt like a gamble with the steel

Wondering if one mistake would end the run

Staring down the barrel of a smoking gun

Quarter panel skimming against the wall

Heart rate spiking, waiting for the fall (hold the line)

Mid-season grind, tires biting in the groove Got no time to second-guess

the move Tape on the mirror,

eyes straight ahead Silence all the voices full of dread

That's that first lap magic when the pedals hit the floor Leaving

all the doubt behind that cockpit door Rubber burning sweet on the

banking bend Chasing down a dream that don't ever end

(ooh yeah)

First lap magic, running for the wire

Years roll on and the trophies start to stack

Still got that chill every Sunday on the track Seen good friends

spin out in turn number four

Know the reaper's waiting by the pit crew door

Fear turns to fuel when the spotter speaks

Winning takes the nerve that the faint heart seeks

Late in October with the championship close That quiet in the helmet

is the part I chose Clutch in,

drop it down, listen to the roar Ready for the clash once

more

That's that first lap magic when the pedals hit the floor Leaving

all the doubt behind that cockpit door

Rubber burning sweet on the banking bend Chasing down a dream that

don't ever end

(pedal down) First lap magic,

running for the wire

Scars on the chassis,

scars on the soul Every high-speed corner takes a heavy toll

But when the green waves,

fear turns to dust

In the horsepower and the steel we trust

That's that first lap magic when the pedals hit the floor Leaving

all the doubt behind that cockpit door Rubber burning sweet on the

banking bend Chasing down a dream that don't ever end (all the

way) First lap magic,

running for the wire

Checkered flag in the twilight air

We survived another run out there

First lap magic

(burn it

down)