Ribcage Humming

[Verse 1]
The Saints bracelet you gave me is cold on my wrist.
First Tuesday in May, it's the turn-off I missed
'til now. The Passaic River's a smear of brown rust.
Got the tank full of Sunoco, turning history to dust.

[Chorus]
Lejla, it’s a clean break, a high-beam burning bright!
Hear that engine singing on the Turnpike tonight!
Yeah, Lejla, it’s a clean break, I swear I'm gonna fly,
got a new map drawn over the Pulaski sky.

[Verse 2]
The sun's a smear of orange past the airport signs.
There's a strange kind of humming behind my own lines.
It’s a low-grade tremor, a shudder in the frame,
and I swear in the static, I'm hearing my father's name.

[Chorus]
Lejla, it’s a clean break, a high-beam burning bright!
Hear that engine singing on the Turnpike tonight!
Yeah, Lejla, it’s a clean break, I swear I'm gonna fly,
got a new map drawn over the Pulaski sky.

[Bridge]
"Don't forget the bread," is all you said on the phone.
And this whole damn victory suddenly feels borrowed.
It's a busted transmission, the ache in the steel;
a ghost you can't outrun, just learn not to feel.

[Outro]
My whole ribcage is humming.
Lejla... my whole ribcage is humming.