17 Wide Open And Wild

here's the dirt boots on breathing that morning hurt no plan just to throttle in the sky don't ask why just drive ain't tied to nothing but the wheel a full tank and a fire that's real I don't pray I don't stall I just ride through it all No map, no mile too far I vow to run every cage they build And burn through every scar Ain't slowing down the way I ain't that kind of style I call it reckless, I call it mine Wind cuts clean through this old shirt But I'd rather feel that than feel hurt Can't fake peace, so I live loud Turn it up, drown out doubt My name ain't on no desk or door It's carved into the back roads roar every cage they build and burn through every scar. Ain't slowing down the wave, I ain't that kind of style, call it rape.