Yeah…
Gas light on, soul light bright.
Ain’t heaven yet, but I’m headin’ right.

Red dirt on my white-wall tires,
Ghosts ridin’ shotgun, all them liars.
Dreams in the backseat, hummin’ low,
Old regrets singin’ on the radio.
Got a Bible with burns on the page,
Grace don’t come cheap, it comes with age.
Ain’t saved, but I still say “thanks,”
Even when I’m drivin’ past my mistakes.

I got a highway halo hangin’ over my dash,
Faith in the fumes, and a heart full of ash.
Every mile just a prayer in disguise,
Every line on the road just baptized.
Yeah, I ain’t clean, but I’m close enough,
Wind on my face, past on my cuffs.
If I don’t make it to heaven, that’s okay though,
I’m still ridin’ with my highway halo.

Moonlight pourin’ through the cracked glass,
Life too short to keep lookin’ back.
Ain’t got gold, but I got peace,
A tank half full and a soul released.
Got sins that still text my phone,
But I ghost ‘em quick, I drive alone.
Every scar a street sign turned,
Every lesson a bridge I burned.

I got a highway halo hangin’ over my dash,
Faith in the fumes, and a heart full of ash.
Every mile just a prayer in disguise,
Every line on the road just baptized.
Yeah, I ain’t clean, but I’m close enough,
Wind on my face, past on my cuffs.
If I don’t make it to heaven, that’s okay though,
I’m still ridin’ with my highway halo.

Let the rain wash what it can’t explain,
Let the road talk when I can’t say a thing.
Every town just a ghost I greet,
Every song just the ground beneath.
If love’s the map and pain’s the toll,
Then I’m paid up, I’m on a roll.
Ain’t lost — I’m just in between,
Chasin’ mercy through gasoline.

Ain’t no choir, but the motor hums,
Same note that the sunrise strums.
Ain’t no plan, but it feels divine,
Peace hit different when it’s mine.
So if I break down on that line,
Just know I tried to ride in time.
I ain’t perfect — hell, I know,
But my halo still shines below.

I got a highway halo hangin’ over my dash,
Faith in the fumes, and a heart full of ash.
Every mile just a prayer in disguise,
Every line on the road just baptized.
Yeah, I ain’t clean, but I’m close enough,
Wind on my face, past on my cuffs.
If I don’t make it to heaven, that’s okay though,
I’m still ridin’ with my highway halo.

Yeah…
Ain’t about where I’m goin’ —
It’s who I’m ridin’ with.