Yeah…
Two engines… one bond…
Frank… LaNico…
Old Belfair Highway…
Chrome shining, sunrise cuttin’ through the pine trees,
Street Glide rumble like a heartbeat behind me,
Mirror got my pops, yeah I see him in the frame,
Taught me how to ride, taught me how to take the pain.
Leather on our backs, wind whisperin’ truths,
Every mile we ride, feel closer to the roots,
He don’t say much, but his silence talk loud,
Every rev say “son, I’m forever proud.”
Used to watch him wrench late nights in the shed,
Now we side by side, same road we tread,
From a boy to a man, yeah he showed me the way,
Now we carve our story on that highway.
Rollin’ down Belfair, wind in our souls,
Two Street Glides ridin’, hearts in control,
Through the curves and the years, through the joy and the pain,
Ain’t just ridin’ bikes, we ridin’ blood in our veins.
Yeah we ride… yeah we ride…
Father and son under open skies,
No words needed, just the sound of the glide,
On that highway… side by side.
I remember you small, hands barely on the bars,
Now you leadin’ the way, chasin’ dreams, chasin’ stars,
Every mile you take, I see the man you became,
Not just my son… you carry my name.
Life hit hard, yeah the road got rough,
But you stayed ten toes, never folded, stayed tough,
That engine roar got a story in it,
Every scar we got, yeah we both still livin’.
I ain’t perfect, yeah I made my mistakes,
But I gave you my heart, everything that it takes,
Now we ride through the past, let the wind set us free,
And I see myself every time you look at me.
Rollin’ down Belfair, wind in our souls,
Two Street Glides ridin’, hearts in control,
Through the curves and the years, through the joy and the pain,
Ain’t just ridin’ bikes, we ridin’ blood in our veins.
Yeah we ride… yeah we ride…
Father and son under open skies,
No words needed, just the sound of the glide,
On that highway… side by side.
No map needed, we know where we go,
Through the highs and the lows, yeah the love always shows,
Engines hummin’ like a song we both know,
In the silence of the ride, that’s where feelings flow.
If the road ever ends, and the sky turns gray,
Just remember these rides never fade away,
Every mile, every laugh, every tear we hide,
Still echoes forever in that Belfair ride.
Two shadows on the pavement… stretchin’ long in the sun…
Frank… LaNico…
Not just a ride…
That’s father and son.
LDRides
