Dust on the Rearview

Dust on the rearview, I am free to choose.
Dust on the rearview, got a whole new night to use.
Step it out.
I was a man with a closed door behind him till I found the handle in my hand.
The past can keep its faded picture; I am stepping into brighter land.
Let the horn say what I could not tell you,
Let the bass line shake the floor.