Born to Roam
Girard
Born to Roam
(Verse 1)
Engine growls, thunder screams,
Riding fast, living dreams.
No chains, no home, no ties to break,
Just the road and the dust in my wake.
The sun’s sinking low, the moon’s climbing high,
I’m chasing the stars, the world passing by.
A man with no name, just a roar and a ride,
In the wind is where I feel most alive.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whiskey burns, the night is cold,
Leather’s worn, but my heart’s still bold.
Ain’t no rules to slow me down,
Only the wind and the open ground.
(Chorus)
I was born to roam, never stay too long,
Highway’s calling, I’m already gone.
Runnin’ wild, like a rolling stone,
No man’s land is where I call home.
I was born to roam, with the road as my guide,
No strings to hold me, no place to hide.
Freedom’s my fuel, the thunder my tone,
On two wheels, I’m always alone.
(Verse 2)
Tattooed skin, scars tell tales,
Outlaw life, no love, no jails.
Brotherhood rides, chrome shines bright,
Racing the moon, burning through the night.
The engine hums as we hit the black,
A gang of wolves, we don’t look back.
Every mile’s a story, every turn’s a fight,
Chasing the horizon, into the night.
(Pre-Chorus)
Whiskey burns, the night is cold,
Leather’s worn, but my heart’s still bold.
Ain’t no rules to slow me down,
Only the wind and the open ground.
(Chorus)
I was born to roam, never stay too long,
Highway’s calling, I’m already gone.
Runnin’ wild, like a rolling stone,
No man’s land is where I call home.
I was born to roam, with the road as my guide,
No strings to hold me, no place to hide.
Freedom’s my fuel, the thunder my tone,
On two wheels, I’m always alone.
(Bridge – Slow Build)
Crackling fires, burnt-out roads,
I live for the ride, not the load.
Empty towns, just shadows in the street,
We’re ghosts on wheels, with no retreat.
The engine’s roar is my heartbeat loud,
In a world that’s lost, I stand unbowed.
Every road I take, every mile I claim,
Is a chapter in the story of my name.
(Chorus – Big Build)
I was born to roam, never stay too long,
Highway’s calling, I’m already gone.
Runnin’ wild, like a rolling stone,
No man’s land is where I call home.
I was born to roam, with the road as my guide,
No strings to hold me, no place to hide.
Freedom’s my fuel, the thunder my tone,
On two wheels, I’m always alone.
(Outro – Echoing Fade)
Dust in my tracks, never look back,
Riding ‘til the sky fades to black…
Born to roam, no chains, no ties,
A rebel’s soul, and the open skies.