Dawn on Route 1, the shoreline starts to breathe
Red open supercar, long hair and a sheer summer sleeve
Sunrise at my back, mountains drawing near
Instinct on the pedal, focus bright and clear
Clutchless paddle-shift—click—sparks in the air
Digits rising, redline sings; I'm steady, aware
2-9-9 in my chest, locked to the groove tonight—
ROUTE 1 — SEISHO BY-PASS! (Hey!)
Take me higher, sunrise on my back—whoa-oh!
Eyes ahead, to HAKONE we dash! (Hey!)
On and on, the inner fire says "Go!"
Exit sign appears—sharp curve, no time to doubt
Counter-steer with a grin—three and a half around
Wall-kiss in the wind—so close, still safe and fine
A sudden chill on the seat—not the ocean this time
Breath catches, cheeks warm; I realign
Arcade lights in my mind, a closed-course line
No pit stop, no store—momentum in control
Wide open, calm heart, harmony in my soul
ROUTE 1 — SEISHO BY-PASS! (Hey!)
Take me higher, straight to HAKONE—whoa-oh!
Digits blur as the horizon replies! (Hey!)
Morning victory burning bright—I know!
