[Кіріспе] [Instrumental: two bars of bare double-kick sixteenths and ride wash; riff enters] [Куплет 1] White grit hammers the windshield glass The highway signs vanish as we pass I steer by the red lights, two trucks ahead Their taillights blur, then burn half-dead [Қайырма] Pull over? push through! The next town’s cutting through! Hold your line, don’t lose the red! Pull over? push ahead! [Куплет 2] The shoulder’s gone under a rolling wall A mile marker leans, then nothing at all My hands lock hard on the wheel’s worn seam The convoy thins to a dying beam [Қайырма] Pull over? push through! The next town’s cutting through! Hold your line, don’t lose the red! Pull over? push ahead! [Көпір] One brake light blooms and sinks from view I count to four; there’s one truck true If i stop here, the sand takes the lane If i drive blind, i may not rise again [Guitar solo] [Instrumental: short tapped guitar lead over driving double-kick and tremolo riff] [Қайырма] Pull over? push through! The next town’s cutting through! Hold your line, don’t lose the red! Pull over? push ahead!