[Verse] Neon hums through the garage door, flickering gold on the concrete floor. You’re small, barefoot, eyes wide with the glow, handin’ me a tape like it’s something to know. [Pre-Chorus] I whisper low, “Pull it slow, the belt’s like time—just don’t let it go.” The reel spins slow in the silver light, a ghost of songs we both might’ve known. [Chorus] Change the belt, change the sound, night’s a highway, and we’re not bound. One flick of the wrist, the past unties— you’re learning how to ride with the sky. Change the belt, change the sound, every wrong note still makes magic profound. [Verse] The tape hisses secrets on the edge, like laughter trapped in a memory ledge. You press too hard, but I guide your hand— the world inside it begins to expand. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need the new, don’t need the shine, just this broken rhythm, this old-world sign. The static sings like a lullaby— we’re rewinding time with a velvet eye. [Chorus] Change the belt, change the sound, night’s a highway, and we’re not bound. One flick of the wrist, the past unties— you’re learning how to ride with the sky. Change the belt, change the sound, every wrong note still makes magic abound. [Bridge] The moon climbs through the window frame, a silent witness, no name. We’re just two souls in a faded machine, rewinding years between the green. [Chorus] Change the belt, change the sound, night’s a highway, and we’re not bound. One flick of the wrist, the past unties— you’re learning how to ride with the sky. Change the belt, change the sound, every wrong note still makes magic abound. [Outro] Change the belt… the song won’t end… just keep the light… on the edge… of the tape…