Its a good night he says,
Its a good night
for a race in the full moon light

night riders that we are
our triumphs adored from afar
first gear,clutch let go
chain suspense tight
for a fight
to accelerate and shift into second
its the speed that must heed to beckon
the piston to combust
into pulsar movement
silver road and kicked up dust
canopies are silhouettes of adornment
and the streetlight shines upon first place
its in slow-motion lost in fragmented space
It's the third gear roar
where emotions scream and our engine's raw
exhaust is singing
I am winning.