We were chosen
To be the ones to go
Deep down where the future grows

It’s no coincidence
And everybody knows
That we’re ready for the rodeo

We on the flatlands
We gonna tame the beast
We on the mountain
Looking out, from the highest peaks

Now it’s our turn
We got our hands on the wheel
Its time
To clear the field

It’s just a moment
It’s just a blink of an eye
We won’t let the well run dry

On a wire
Its getting’ gettin’ higher
We acquire
A gold lasso

We conspire
By neon bonfire
To catch the keys
To what we know

And there’s a stampede
And it’s crossed the line
It looks like its right on time

And there’s a passion
To make a new design
We’re gonna make this baby shine