Throttle Therapy

I don’t talk much, I don’t sit still
Got too many ghosts and a heart to kill
I don’t do shrinks, I don’t do pills
I ride through the storm ‘til the silence chills

Chrome and gasoline, that’s my prayer
When the world gets heavy, I ain’t playin’ fair
I twist that grip, let the engine scream
And leave my pain in the rearview’s gleam

I need throttle therapy, baby, give me speed
Let the blacktop bless me, let the wild wind bleed
Every mile’s a memory I burn to ash
I ride through the heartache, I don’t look back
No shrink can fix what this throttle can free
So I ride… I ride for me

Rain on my jacket, bugs in my teeth
Road’s been my lover and my only relief
I’ve lost good friends, I’ve buried some dreams
But I found peace in the metal and steam

The road don’t judge, don’t ask why
Just gives me space to let it all fly
My past is loud, but this motor’s louder
Pain don’t last when you’re pushing the power

I need throttle therapy, baby, full release
Let the road rip open all my quiet grief
No doctor knows what this bike can heal
Every twist of the wrist , that’s how I deal
Don’t need no answers, just a long damn ride
That’s where I find my peace inside

It ain’t about runnin’
It’s about lettin’ go
Letting the ghosts fade
In the wind and smoke

I need throttle therapy, the kind that bites
Steel horse salvation in the black of night
The only drug that ever set me free
Was the roar of the road and the ride in me
So I ride… not to flee
But to finally breathe

Leather, chrome, and a highway hymn
That’s my church
That’s where the healing begins