[Verse 1]
Underneath the Friday night lights, dust kicked up from our boots,
We were kings of that small-town field, reckless, wild, and loose.
The Broncos ran like thunder, hearts pounding in our chests,
We thought we’d have forever, but time don’t grant requests.
[Chorus]
This is the last ride with the Broncos, boys,
The last cheer, the last noise.
One more run down the 50-yard line,
One last huddle, hands entwined.
We’ll break apart when the whistle blows,
But we’ll always be the Broncos.
[Verse 2]
After the game, we’d hit the diner, crowd into that corner booth,
Talking dreams and cheap black coffee, spinning plans like youth.
Billy’s off to the Army, Jake’s got a trade school plan,
Tommy’s chasing oil rigs, and I’m still trying to understand.
[Prechorus]
The clock’s winding down, the season’s near done,
But man, it feels like we’ve just begun.
[Chorus]
This is the last ride with the Broncos, boys,
The last cheer, the last noise.
One more run down the 50-yard line,
One last huddle, hands entwined.
We’ll break apart when the whistle blows,
But we’ll always be the Broncos.
[Bridge]
Years will pass, roads will stray,
But I’ll hear your laughter in the wind someday.
And when I see those autumn skies,
I’ll think of us and those wild-eyed nights.