Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling A tank full of gas and the night is young I don't know you, don't care where you’re going To the Highline or the heart of the sun My sweet companion is long as the summer Black as the river and built to glide Smooth as glass, smooth as Marcus Miller Cold as ice when you climb inside When the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Ridin' straight and low Stay heavy and rolling You deal in ducats, you deal in illusion Pay for pleasure with your pretty face You, confused war and prostitution In my starship I sail freely through space When the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Ridin' straight and low Stay heavy and rolling I was lost and lonely like you Hollow-eyed and broken inside Then I found something lasting and true A beautiful ride Might have to wait to start in on your drinking All of Hell’s Kitchen’s standing in that line I’ll be here living in my Lincoln Occupying space and conquering time When the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Ridin' straight and low Stay heavy and rolling