Verse 1
There’s a ribbon of old black pavement
Running straight through who I’ve been,
Where the guardrails hum like memories
And the white lines pull me in.
Folks say, “Boy, the road’ll change you,”
But it’s the quiet that leaves its mark—
And even if you take me to the bar,
I’m still orderin’ somethin’ soft to start.
Pre-Chorus
’Cause this ain’t the talk, it’s the walk—
Or the drive—into what’s ahead.
And every mile on Highway 21
Writes truth where fear once tread.
Chorus
There’s a diner by mile marker 4
Where Miss Wendi pours sweet tea,
And she swears that every soul who stops
Leaves lighter than they came to be.
Down the road at marker 6,
Ol’ Herbie carves his crosses clean—
Says the Lord can use a piece of wood
To fix what life knocked lean.
No, this road ain’t perfect, but it’s sacred
To the ones who know its run…
So come on down the Highway 21.
Verse 2
My truck’s an old red 1500
With a heartbeat in its gears,
Rust on every quarter panel
Like the pages of my years.
Fifty steady in the fast lane
Where the bumps tell stories too,
And the sky leans low like a preacher
Sayin’, “Son, I’m not done with you.”
Pre-Chorus
So I keep drivin’ toward the quiet
Where the heavy things come undone,
Letting grace repaint the asphalt
On the stretch of twenty-one.
Chorus
There’s a diner by mile marker 4
Where Miss Wendi pours sweet tea,
And she swears that every soul who stops
Leaves lighter than they came to be.
Down the road at marker 6,
Ol’ Herbie carves his crosses clean—
Says the Lord can use a piece of wood
To fix what life knocked lean.
No, this road ain’t perfect, but it’s sacred
To the ones who know its run…
So come on down the Highway 21.
Bridge
I don’t know where this road is headin’,
But I know where it starts to heal—
In the quiet miles between the towns
Where the truth starts feelin’ real.
And the Good Lord rides the center line
When the daylight’s nearly done,
Whisperin’, “Every road worth travelin’
Begins with only one…”
Final Chorus
There’s a diner by mile marker 4
Where Miss Wendi pours sweet tea,
And a woodshop down at marker 6
Where Herbie shapes redemption free.
Yeah, the pavement may be cracked and worn,
But the blessings weigh a ton…
So come on down the Highway 21—
Your healing’s just begun.
Outro
Yeah, come on down the Highway 21…
Where the road becomes the reason
And the journey makes you one.
Dillon_Scott
