Verse 1

We split one soda on the curb by the garage,

Your brother’s old car coughing smoke like it was large.

Mama called from the window, “Come home before it’s late,”

We said, “One more lap,” then raced the sunset down the lane.

Scuffed-up shoes, pocket change, plans bigger than the block,

We drew our names in dust on the hood and watched the clock.

She kept the porch light on, kept faith when ours ran thin,

Said, “A hard road doesn’t mean you can’t begin.”

Chorus

For the boys who kept on going when the odds said, “Stay,”

For the hands that held us steady, showed us another way.

Mama, hear me now: I’m standing, I remember where I came from.

We were raised on little, now we’re reaching for the daybreak.

Verse 2

Now the engine turns clean, but I still know that sound,

That old starter struggling while we pushed it around.

We took different exits, some got lost, some came through,