The Turning Point

We swore to walk a straight, clear line, No fear, no doubt, the road was mine. But every promise starts to bend, When the road turns sharp around the end. The stars are cold, the wind is wild, The road forgives, but not the miles. The engine hums, the tires burn, You never know until you turn. Here comes the turn — the engine screams, Chasing fire, chasing dreams. Will it break, or will it burn? You’ll never know until you turn. No map, no guide, just open sky, No time to stop, no reason why. The night is loud, the road’s alive, We drive to feel, we drive to survive. So hit the gas, don’t look behind, The truth is sharp, but so is time. You take your shot, you live, you learn — You’ll never know until you turn. Here comes the turn — the engine screams, Chasing fire, chasing dreams. Will it break, or will it burn? You’ll never know until you turn. Here comes the turn — the road’s on fire, The sound of steel, the sound of wire. Every fall’s a chance to learn — You’ll never know until you turn. You’ll never know until you turn.