Cut the Brakes

Silence in the cabin. Headlights paint the road. No map, no destination. Just the hum of what I know. Every mile gets clearer. Every turn feels right. No need to find the answer. Just the speed, just the flight. I'm not asking why. I'm not turning back. Cut the brakes and let it fly. No return, no alibi. Faster than the reasons try. Cut the brakes and touch the sky. Dashboard glow illuminates What I've been running from. But forward is the only way, the only way To come undone. No voice inside my head now. No fear beneath my chest. Just motion and the moment. And the road does all the rest. I'm not asking why. I'm not turning back. Cut the brakes and let it fly. No return, no alibi. Faster than the reasons try. Cut the brakes and touch the sky. Maybe I was built for this. Maybe this is all there is. No beginning, no abyss. Just the wheel and what it spins. Cut the brakes and let it fly. No return, no alibi. Faster than the reasons try. Cut the brakes and touch the sky. Cut Cut Touch The sky. Touch the sky.