Verse 1 - Twangy Telecaster, Distant Phone Ring)
Dial tone dronin’ like a ghost on the line,
Summer’s sticky grip, pullin’ us from the grind.
Best mates mapped out in the margins of night,
No bars, no buzz—just the thrill of the bite.
We’d dial up disasters from rotary roulette,
Windows cracked wide, lettin’ lightning regret.
From porch-light pledges to the highway’s hard pull,
Those vibes were our voltage, keepin’ the dull at bay.
(Chorus - Cruisin’ Chord Progression, Wind-Whipped Whistles)
Long car rides, burnin’ rubber till the rearview blurs,
Best friends blastin’ anthems, dodgin’ the spurs.
Skateboard serenade, shreddin’ curbs till the clock strikes three,
3 a.m. uprising, wild as the sea.
Dial tone reveries, buzzin’ back from the blacktop blur,
We ruled the rumble strips, the afterburn stir—
No chains, no curfew, just the spark of the spree,
Summer outlaws, settin’ the night free.
(Verse 2 - Gritty Grind Riff, Tire-Tread Tempo)
Concrete canvas, kickflips carved in the cracks,
Best crew crashin’ waves on the warehouse tracks.
Endless excursions, cassette confessions on loop,
Dial tones dippin’ with the dip in the coupe.
We’d cold-call chaos from corner-store cords,
Skatin’ silhouettes sharp as switchblade swords.
Till the hourglass hourglassed and the boards begged for bed,
Best friends’ bond? Forged in the fray, never fled.
(Bridge - Acoustic Downturn, Skateboard Scrape Echo)
These days the ring’s a relic, silenced in the scroll,
Summer’s a sidebar, faded like a sticker’s soul.
But when the wheel wells whisper of those worn-out wheels,
I catch the cadence, the camaraderie that heals.
Long lanes linger like lyrics we left in the lane,
3 a.m. afterimages, best friends’ renegade reign—
Dial tone’s a delta, but we bridged the divide,
Skatin’ the spectrum, forever allied.
(Chorus - Amped-Up Ascent, Group Shout Harmony)
Long car rides, burnin’ rubber till the rearview blurs,
Best friends blastin’ anthems, dodgin’ the spurs.
Skateboard serenade, shreddin’ curbs till the clock strikes three,
3 a.m. uprising, wild as the sea.
Dial tone reveries, buzzin’ back from the blacktop blur,
We ruled the rumble strips, the afterburn stir—
No chains, no curfew, just the spark of the spree,
Summer outlaws, settin’ the night free.
(Outro - Slow Roll-Off, Fading Horn Honk)
Settin’ the night free… till the dial hums low.
Best friends’ ride… where the wild winds blow.
3 a.m. slide… long roads aglow.
Static summer… in the afterglow.
Crashbot
