Lean Into the Turn

She's finding her own rhythm, making it her own.
I say, "The bike goes where you're looking,
Don't second-guess the wheel." She's grinning,
Now wide open, starting to feel what's real.
Lean into the turn, baby, feel the road beneath.
Let the engine rumble, let your shoulders breathe.
I'll be right behind you if you need a hand,
But I know you've got this, yeah, I understand.
Lean into the turn, ooh, yeah, spring afternoon is perfect.
Nothing else to prove,
Just you and me and motor oil finding your groove.
Lean into the turn, baby, feel the road beneath.
Let the engine rumble, let your shoulders breathe.
I'll be right behind you if you need a hand,
But I know you've got this, yeah, I understand.
Lean into the turn, ooh, lean into the turn, ooh,