In the whisper of the engine’s purr,
Lies the promise of roads unexplored,
With headlights cutting through the blur,
Guiding dreams where they are stored.

The asphalt sings beneath the tires,
A melody of freedom’s call,
As night embraces hidden desires,
And shadows dance upon the wall.

Through winding paths and open plains,
The car becomes a vessel of flight,
Chasing horizons and breaking chains,
In the gentle embrace of the night.

With every turn, a story unfolds,
Of journeys past and those to come,
In the heart of the night, the road holds,
A symphony sung by the hum.