(Intro)
(Heavy bass kicks in immediately. Muffled dialogue of a bus announcer)
Yeah...
Richmond to Raleigh.
Static on the line.
She sleep...
I’m awake.
Let’s go.
(Chorus)
I’m a Ghost in Transit, sliding through the pines
Found a little heaven between the state lines.
We just two broken souls on a broken road
Carrying the weight, carrying the load.
If I leave you in the morning, know it wasn’t fake
Just a dream we shared before we had to wake.
(Yeah, before we had to wake...)
(Verse 1)
(Your lyrics - Flow: Fast, chopping the syllables)
Battery low but the voltage is high
Watching the sun bleed out in the sky.
I lost my morale somewhere back in the dark
But I found a new fire, yeah, I found a new spark.
I’m tired of running, but I love the race
A smile like a weapon on a tired face.
2-5-2 calling, yeah the signal is weak
I been up for thirty hours, I don’t need to speak.
I let the engine do the talking, let the tires spin
I was losing the game, now I’m starting to win.
(Chorus)
I’m a Ghost in Transit, sliding through the pines
Found a little heaven between the state lines.
We just two broken souls on a broken road
Carrying the weight, carrying the load.
If I leave you in the morning, know it wasn’t fake
Just a dream we shared before we had to wake.
(Verse 2)
(The "Shawty" Verse - Flow: Softer, more melodic)
Met an angel in the aisle, seat back reclined
Light skin, heavy eyes, caught me in a bind.
We didn't speak a lot, we let the bodies talk
Cuddled in the cold, watched the haters walk.
Was it love? Was it lust? Or just the heater broken?
Best words we ever shared were the ones unspoken.
Now you sleeping on my shoulder while we cross the VA line
I wish I could freeze the clock, wish I could freeze the time.
But the bus don't stop, and the world don't wait
I’m just glad we found some warmth in this frozen state.
(Bridge)
(Beat drops out. minimal piano)
Bellwood passing by outside the glass...
Everything moving too fast.
You got your stop, I got mine.
Maybe I’ll see you in another life, another time.
(Another timeline...)
(Outro)
(Beat fades. Reverb increases)
Yeah...
Battery low.
Voltage high.
Don't wake her up yet.
Let her sleep.
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