On Route 66, the sun burns bright, Leather on skin, engines ignite, Wind in our veins, freedom on fire, We ride with no chains, just roads we desire. White lines fade like thoughts in our minds, Leaving behind all we couldn’t define… Hey! Route 66, take me away, Where the night shines and we lose our way, We’re bikers, hearts made of steel, Born to ride, that’s all we feel. Neon lights glow on weathered faces, Stories carved in hidden places, Every mile tastes like danger and dust, But on this road, it’s where we trust. Engines roaring like a wild symphony, It’s our language, our way to be free… We’re bikers, hearts made of steel, Born to ride, that’s all we feel. And if tomorrow fades at the end of the line, We lived every second, no reason, no sign, Under the stars, forever untamed, Written in asphalt… forever engraved. Hey! Route 66, keep us alive, In every turn, in every drive, We’re bikers, souls burning bright, Born for the road… and the endless nigh