I’ve been driving through confessions with the dashboard dim,
Every streetlight flickers like a second chance sin.
City hum in the lungs, I inhale that truth,
Exhale the ghosts that grew up with me on the roof.
Got a cracked windshield faith and a tank half grace,
But I’m still outrunnin’ angels that I used to chase.
They said heaven’s on the hill, I said the hill got sold,
Now it’s condos with a view where the devil once told—
That the road don’t love, it just remembers your tires,
Every burnout prayer still smellin’ like desire.
If redemption’s for sale, then I spent my youth,
Payin’ tabs for my trauma and receipts for proof.

See, I was baptized in brake dust, born on blacktop,
Raised on reverb, sermons from the crack of a laptop.
Mama said grace, daddy said nothin’,
Silence taught me rhythm, pain taught me somethin’.
Now I speak in static, write in headlights,
Learned that peace don’t hum, it just hides in the red lights.
I don’t pray for clean — I pray for clear,
Cuz holy water still burns when it hits what you fear.
I kept my hope in a glove box, dreams in the ashtray,
Turned my guilt to gold when the dawn hit halfway.
If I’m a sinner with a song, then I’m good with that,
Cuz the choir sounds better when the truth sings back.

Every mile got a memory, every verse got a scar,
Every love I ever lost still hums in my car.
I’ve been writin’ my psalms in motel smoke,
Leanin’ heavy on the words that the whiskey spoke.
Took halos, bent ‘em into steering wheels,
Drove circles ‘round heaven till the mercy feels real.
Yeah, the good die young, but the bold get loud,
And I learned resurrection don’t require a crowd.
I’m the afterglow, I’m the halfway healed,
I’m the prayer that the preacher still forgot to feel.
If sin had a soundtrack, this’d be the verse,
If pain had a pulse, it’d beat in reverse.

So here’s to the midnight saints and the half-lit souls,
The dreamers in the ditches, still chasin’ their goals.
I ain’t pure, but I’m present, ain’t saved, but I’m seen,
And I still find light in the in-between.
Headlights and halos — both burn, both fade,
One shows the road, one shows what you’ve made.
And if the end ever finds me, let it catch me alive,
With the engine still hummin’ and the faith still drive.