Hot Les Express

Drywall dust in the air like glitter from a storm,

Deck’s half-built, but your laugh keeps me warm.

Flooring missing wall to wall, paint on the brush,

But I’d rather waste time with you than ever feel the rush.

Five dogs barkin’, two cats in the fray,

Chaos is the kingdom where we choose to stay.

Your check-engine light’s singin’ like a warning confess,

But damn, you’re fire in Converse — my Hot Les Express.

Miles between our towns, but our screens don’t sleep,

Video calls till 12 a.m., secrets we keep.

You roll your eyes and call it whelming at best,

But you’re the train I’ll chase till I can finally rest.

All aboard the Hot Les Express,

No map, no brakes, just a beautiful mess.

Schedules crash, but our hearts align,

Runnin’ on fumes and borrowed time.

Yeah, the world can wait, it can second-guess,

I’m ridin’ forever on the Hot Les Express.

Three teenage boys about to crash this track,

Runnin’ loud through the halls, no lookin’ back.

Past ghosts whisper, but we’ve learned their songs,

Now we’re buildin’ a life where the hurt belongs.

You hold it all down with your stubborn grace,

Independent queen with dirt on her face.

The chaos spins, but it’s heaven, I confess,

‘Cause your wreck’s my refuge — my Hot Les Express.

Late nights turn to early light,

Your name still hums through satellite.

You say we’re crazy — I say, God, we’re blessed.

It’s love with a hammer, paint, and a little unrest.

All aboard the Hot Les Express,

No rules, no rails, just your head on my chest.

Life’s outta sync, but the rhythm’s fine,

You’re the crash, the calm, the tangled line.

Yeah, the world can judge, but I couldn’t care less,

I’m stayin’ right here on the Hot Les Express.

(Spoken / screamed)

Engines burnin’, hearts collide,

We’re metal, spark, and carbon inside.

Let the ghosts of the past ride shotgun tonight,

‘Cause baby, this train don’t stop for hindsight.

(Sung)

You and me — the wreck and the rest,

Still beautiful, still blessed,

Still rollin’ on the Hot Les Express.

Yeah, all aboard the Hot Les Express,

Steam and scars, but we clean up the mess.

From drywall dreams to nights unplanned,

We’ll be chaos wrapped in a wedding band.

No finish line — just progress,

’Cause love ain’t perfect, it’s the Hot Les Express.