(Verse 1)
Rolling out of Brooklyn before the sun even thinks about rising
Three McLarens snarling, carbon wings cutting the dark like lightning
Artura in the lead, hybrid heart screaming silent and violent
Two 750S behind, pure V8 thunder, no compromise, no compliance
Twelve states on the clock, one day to burn them all into memory
This ain’t just a drive, boys; it’s a tribute to Woking’s old Le Mans glory
(Pre-Chorus)
From the city that never sleeps to the forests that never end
We’re chasing the ghost of Bruce across every mile and bend
(Chorus)
Twenty-four hours, twelve states, three orange arrows flying
New York to D.C., pedal down, nobody dying
Connecticut, Rhode Island, Mass, New Hampshire, Maine in the mirror
Vermont green blurring, Jersey grit, Pennsylvania appearing
Delaware flashes, Maryland passes, capital lights in view
McLaren hearts beating 24-hour rhythm; this one’s for you
This one’s for you
(Verse 2)
I-95 north like a vein, coffee and adrenaline mainline
Artura slips through Providence quiet, 750s wake the state line
Boston at dawn, the harbor glowing gold on the carbon hood
Support crew on the radios laughing: “They said we never could”
White Mountains bite the sky, Kancamagus hairpins just for fun
750S sideways in the leaves, grinning like the rising sun
(Verse 3)
Back south now, hammering through the night we already stole
Vermont milk signs and Jersey diners blurring into one long soul
Philly lights, Delaware bridges, Bay Bridge run under sodium stars
Support vans loaded with fuel and faith, keeping us out of the bars
One tank, one chance, one rotation every state we claim
Every mile a promise: McLaren’s coming back to own that endurance game
(Chorus)
Twenty-four hours, twelve states, three orange arrows flying
New York to D.C., pedal down, nobody dying
Connecticut, Rhode Island, Mass, New Hampshire, Maine in the mirror
Vermont green blurring, Jersey grit, Pennsylvania appearing
Delaware flashes, Maryland passes, capital lights in view
McLaren hearts beating 24-hour rhythm; this one’s for you
This one’s for you
(Bridge)
When the clocks hit twenty-four and the Artura rolls to a stop
Lincoln Memorial watching us, engines ticking, still red-hot
No trophies, no podium, no champagne on the steps tonight
Just twelve states conquered and a new era burning bright
We did it for Bruce, for every orange car that ever ran till dawn
For every lap McLaren’s still gonna lead when we’re long gone
(Final Chorus – slower, then building)
Twenty-four hours, twelve states, three best mates and a dream
From the Hudson to the Potomac, louder than we’ve ever screamed
We touched every corner of the northeast just to say we could
McLaren’s endurance blood is back, and it feels damn good
So here’s to the next 24, here’s to the long-run fight
Lads in McLarens, forever chasing that chequered light
(Outro)
New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Mass
New Hampshire, Maine, Vermont; watch us blast past
Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delawar
