Run the Road

Run the Road

Engines wake with a hungry cry,
Blacktop stretching beneath the sky.
Sun’s on my back, wind’s in my face,
Every mile is a brand-new chase.

No end in sight, just an open line,
The road is mine, the road is mine.

Ride—run the road till the night comes down,
Burn the wheels, burn this town.
Through the dust, through the flame,
Every mile calls my name.
Ride—feel the freedom overflow,
Never fast enough to slow.
Every turn’s where my spirit goes,
I was born to run the road.

Headlights cut through the silver rain,
Every risk is a sweet refrain.
Past in the mirror fades away,
I’m living now, I’m here to stay.

No chains, no ties, just the sound I crave,
The roar of the road like an endless wave.
Every breath is a race I own,
Every wheel spins my home.

Ride—run the road till the night comes down,
Burn the wheels, burn this town.
Through the dust, through the flame,
Every mile calls my name.
Ride—feel the freedom overflow,
Never fast enough to slow.
Every turn’s where my spirit goes,
I was born to run the road.

Even when the stars all fade,
I’ll still run the road I’ve made.