Bridge
Sliding slow under peach-blushed skies
Rolling in comfort, letting time glide by
Dreams flicker gently, corners of my mind
Old records spinning, truth left behind
Verse 3
Low rides and whispers, rhythm feels gold
Windows down breezes, stories retold
Tape hiss memories, blending in the grooves
Simple satisfaction in the way we move
Syncopated laughter on a Saturday night
Pluck of the strings, everything feels right
No destination, just a ride with the sound
Sunset reflections paint the whole town
Outro
Rhodes ride fading, dusk grows near
Streetlights flicker, moments sincere
Last chord settles, hush in the lane
Still feeling mellow, replay it again
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