Kyles open road

There’s a helmet hangin’ up in the old garage,

Chrome still shines though the nights feel dark.

Every time that engine echoes in my mind,

I hear Kyle laughin’, racin’ time.

He lived wide-open, heart on fire,

Chasin’ sunsets like they’d never expire.

Fast cars, long rides, wind in his hair—

You always knew when Kyle was there.

Now he’s ridin’ that open road,

Where the sky’s wide blue and the angels know

There’s a man with a grin and a restless soul,

Takin’ curves like he’s always done before.

Heaven must’ve needed someone who lived life bold,

So they called our Kyle home.

Saturdays don’t sound the same no more,

No engine rumble rollin’ down the floor.

But when the street lights hum and the stars shine bright,

I swear I feel him in that quiet night.

And when I miss him most, I hit that road,

Let the wheels spin fast and the memories flow.

‘Cause a spirit like his never fades away—

It just rides beside you on the longest days.

Now he’s ridin’ that open road,

Where the sky’s wide blue and the angels know

There’s a man with a grin and a restless soul,

Takin’ curves like he’s always done before.

Heaven must’ve needed someone who lived life bold,

So they called our Kyle home.

Yeah, he’s home…

But every engine’s echo brings Kyle back to the open road.