Wayne Orr

(Verse 1)
Friday night, headlights cut the pine,
Coolers full and engines primed to fly.
Dirt-road dust hangs heavy in the air,
Pedal down, we’re chasin’ moonbeams anywhere.

(Chorus)
We’re backwoods runners with hearts wide open,
Tires churnin’ gravel, wild words unspoken.
Mud on the windows, gears in a roar,
Laughin’ like bandits—ain’t winnin’, we just wanna soar!

(Verse 2)
Took a curve too tight, near kissed a creek,
Radio blared while the pines stood cheek-to-cheek.
Jenny’s Chevy hollered, Jake’s Ford spun,
But every wrong turn’s a memory when the night’s done.

(Chorus)
We’re backwoods runners with four-wheel freedom,
Stars as our judges, no scorecard needed.
Maps in the mud, where the wild things meet,
The faster we go, the more this old world feels sweet.

(Bridge)
Some folks count trophies, we count the cracks,
In windshields lit by lightning’s ragged tracks.
Years’ll roll by, but we’ll still hear the hum—
Of a younger us, yellin’, “C’mon, let’s run!”

(Outro)
Sunrise paints the oaks, but ain’t nobody tired,
Keys still jinglin’, boots caked and wired.
The woods whisper, “Y’all come back soon,”
‘Cause the real prize here’s who’s ridin’ shotgun to the moon.