[singer A] They waved the flags from polished halls, Smiled while they signed another call. We packed our bags, we crossed the line, Left our homes and borrowed time. Highway 6 kept rolling west, With every mile we gave our best. Some came home, some stayed behind, Some got lost where stars unwind. [transition] [singer B] They folded flags and shook some hands, Then disappeared with bigger plans. Back home the bills kept stacking high, While heroes learned they're left behind. I watched the strongest man I knew, Smile like everything was cool. But every step got hard to fake, You could hear his whole world break. [transition] [singer A] We were never born with silver names, Never learned to play their games. We built tomorrow with broken hands, Still standing where the highway ends. If paradise survives at all, It's because ordinary people never let it fall. [transition] [singer B] You don't know what it costs to stay, When hope keeps slipping day by day. I learned to stand where he stood tall, Even after the hardest fall. If paradise survives tonight, It's because we refuse to stop the fight. [transition] [singer A] Back in town the music played, Brick by brick new hope was made. Coffee cups and worn-out strings, Sometimes that's how freedom sings. No crown. No parade. No headlines on the evening page. Just neighbors lifting neighbors high, Refusing to let the dream die. [transition] [singer B] I found my family in broken halls, Old brick walls and guitar calls. Coffee stains and battered amps, Dreams still burning like old campfires. Every song we scream out loud, Is for the ones who made us proud. Every stage and every light, Keeps their memory shining bright. [transition] [singer A] We were never born with silver names, Never needed fortune or fame. We'll keep this little town alive, One more song, one more drive. When the waves erase our tracks, We'll still be the ones who keep coming back. Highway 6 keeps calling home... Paradise survives. [transition] [singer B] You don't know what it costs to care, When no one else was standing there. We'll paint these streets with hope again, For every daughter, every friend. Highway 6 still calls my name, And I'll keep rolling just the same. The road goes on... The music stays... Paradise survives.
