Dirt road echos

(Verse 1)

Sunrise paints the farm, old truck starts to groan,

Another day begins, seeds that I have sown.

But a flicker in the rearview, dust on the pane,

Takes me back to Friday nights, rain or shine or gain.

Thought the lockers and the hallways, were long gone and far away,

But the ghosts of those old lessons, still stick around today.

(Chorus)

'Cause high school never ends, just changes its name,

Down these dirt roads we travel, still playing the same game.

The cheers and the heartbreaks, etched in memory deep,

Secrets that we promised, we would always keep.

From the first bell ringing, to the last tear that fell,

A part of that old story, in our grown-up lives still dwells.

(Verse 2)

Remember whispered secrets, under the old oak tree?

Now it's late-night calls, just you and me.

That shy kid from third period, he's a doctor now, they say,

And the football star's a preacher, leading folks astray.

We all picked different pathways, some smooth and some rough ground,

But the roots of who we're meant to be, in that old town can be found.

(Chorus)

'Cause high school never ends, just changes its name,

Down these dirt roads we travel, still playing the same game.

The cheers and the heartbreaks, etched in memory deep,

Secrets that we promised, we would always keep.

From the first bell ringing, to the last tear that fell,

A part of that old story, in our grown-up lives still dwells.

(Bridge)

We swapped our textbooks for blueprints, our crushes for true love's call,

But sometimes a country melody, brings back those old school halls.

The awkward dances, the first big win, the lessons learned and earned,

That chapter's closed, but its wisdom's a flame that's always burned.

(Chorus)

'Cause high school never ends, just changes its name,

Down these dirt roads we travel, still playing the same game.

The cheers and the heartbreaks, etched in memory deep,

Secrets that we promised, we would always keep.

From the first bell ringing, to the last tear that fell,

A part of that old story, in our grown-up lives still dwells.

(Outro)

Yeah, the final bell rang years ago, a whisper on the breeze,

But the spirit of those high school days, still puts our minds at ease.

In every handshake, every smile, every tear that we defend,

The truth is clear: high school never, ever truly ends.