Verse 1
Moonlight on the blacktop, chrome under the stars,
Engines roll like thunder drifting out across the bars.
Whispers on the shoreline where the old stories flow,
Black and white in the mirror and the red lights glow.
Pre-Chorus
Some men chase the daylight, some ride into the night,
Out where fear and freedom look an awful lot alike.
Chorus
The lake keeps its secrets buried deep below,
Where the riders come and the cold winds blow.
Mongols on the highway, shadows moving slow,
Through the heart of the Ozarks where the wild ones go.
You can own a dock, a cabin, a stretch of shore,
But the night belongs to nobody anymore.
Verse 2
Sirens in the distance, blue lights on the hill,
Old-timers at the tavern say the water’s never still.
Every patch and every brother carries stories of his own,
Out where loyalty runs deeper than the rock beneath the stone.
Black and white behind them on another endless run,
The road don’t care who’s right when the setting sun is done.
Engines echo over water where the midnight currents roll,
And every mile leaves another story on the soul.
Verse 3
Candles on the shoreline, quiet in the rain,
Some names ride forever though the years may change.
Brothers lift a glass when the midnight settles on,
Scoops is gone, but never forgotten.
Chapter 13 rides on through the thunder and the storm,
The best of the best, keeping brotherhood warm.
The engines still are rolling where the cold waves break,
Echoes ride the highways circling round the lake.
Time keeps moving forward, but memories hold on,
Scoops is gone, but never forgotten.
Bridge
Steel and thunder, pride and scars,
Dreams get heavy when they’re carried far.
The lake remembers what the years forget,
And some old debts ain’t settled yet.
Final Chorus
The lake keeps its secrets buried deep below,
Mongols and legends in the pale moon glow.
Black and white still searching through the dead of night,
While old ghosts ride forever just beyond the light.
Engines fade like echoes in the midnight air,
Leaving only legends hanging somewhere out there.
Outro
As dawn breaks over the water and the last headlights fade,
The stories keep riding long after the night’s been paid.
Some roads end in silence, some names live on,
Scoops is gone, but never forgotten
