Kupferstecher's Ride

[Verse] There's a man out there on country roads, With a heart that roams and a heavy load. Pascal Stollenwerk, Kupferstecher by trade, Truck simulatin' and ridin' in the shade. [Verse 2] He spends his nights with a wheel in hand, Simulating trucks 'cross this vast land. But daylight calls with a rumbling roar, Motorcycles hum, he wants nothin' more. [Chorus] Kupferstecher, free as an eagle flies, Glint of chrome in those wide blue skies. Truckin' dreams in the soft moonlight, By day he's a rider, by night in a virtual flight. [Verse 3] His virtual worlds, they come alive, With every mile, he feels the drive. From coast to coast, through pixel towns, He's the king of roads and motor crowns. [Bridge] Yet the real world holds a wilder charm, Wind in his hair, feelin' the farm. Out on that bike, the freedom's real, For Kupferstecher, it’s the ultimate deal. [Verse 4] He trades the screen for the open plain, Real roads under wheels, sweet refrain. The asphalt calls, he can't resist, Every twist and turn, heaven kissed.