Verse 1)
Sunday sun on a blacktop mile,
Engines hummin’, crowd runnin’ wild,
Red, white, blue on the hood that day,
Number Sixteen leadin’ the way.
He drove like fire, calm and true,
Every lap felt like somethin’ new,
Small-town roots, big-league dreams,
All of us believed in Sixteen.
(Pre-Chorus)
Then one hard moment changed it all,
A silence louder than the wall,
When the checkered flag never fell…
(Chorus)
Now the track feels empty, the stands feel still,
There’s a name we whisper on every hill,
We lift our hats, we bow our heads,
For the driver who gave us everything he had left.
Heaven gained a racer, we lost a friend,
But legends don’t fade, they don’t ever end,
Every mile, every prayer we send,
Number Sixteen — forever then.
(Verse 2)
He signed autographs with greasy hands,
Shook every fan like family stands,
Didn’t race just for trophies or fame,
He raced for the love of the game.
From short tracks to the brightest lights,
Sunday roar to the quiet nights,
He carried hope in a fireproof suit,
Lived fast, honest, hard-earned truth.
(Pre-Chorus)
Now the engine’s off, but the story runs,
In every dad and daughter, every son…
(Chorus)
Now the track feels empty, the stands feel still,
There’s a name we whisper on every hill,
We lift our hats, we bow our heads,
For the driver who gave us everything he had left.
Heaven gained a racer, we lost a friend,
But legends don’t fade, they don’t ever end,
Every mile, every prayer we send,
Number Sixteen — forever then.
(Bridge)
So wave that flag one more time,
Let it fly against the sky,
Somewhere he’s racin’ without pain,
Wide open, free again.
(Final Chorus)
Yeah the track feels empty, but his name remains,
Painted in memory, written in flames,
From the roar of the crowd to the quiet amen,
We’ll say his name again and again.
Heaven gained a racer, we lost a friend,
But legends don’t fade, they don’t ever end,
Every mile, every prayer we send,
Number Sixteen — forever then.
(Outro)
Engines sleep, but hearts still race…
Sixteen lives on in every place.
Doug_Macedo
