The story
He rides the edge, grinning at the drop.
He moves through Laredo like he is floating just above the pavement, talking too fast, laughing too hard, chasing a rush that never stays put. The lights blur, the night keeps asking for more, and he keeps reaching for whatever lifts him higher until the silence under it all starts to show.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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