Pulled off the highway on a Thursday night
Six trucks deep, somebody hit the lights
Cooler on the tailgate, speaker on the ground
County road was quiet till we turned it loud
Dust still settling, ignition off
Stars so low you could knock 'em off
Dirt road runway, we're cleared for takeoff
Throttle up, windows down, never gonna back off
Fourteen lights pointing at the sky
Dirt road runway — this is how we fly
Somebody brought a fire, somebody brought the ice
Somebody kissed somebody — maybe twice
No plan, no map, no signal on the phone
Never been this lost and still felt like home
Dust still settling, ignition off
Stars so low you could knock 'em off
Dirt road runway, we're cleared for takeoff
Throttle up, windows down, never gonna back off
Fourteen lights pointing at the sky
Dirt road runway — this is how we fly
Red cup, truck bed, tailgate talking
Fire burning, stars turning, everybody walking
Back and forth between the trucks and the light
Everything right, nothing wrong tonight
Right now the gravel's the only ground we need
Engines off but the whole field's picking up speed
No tower, no clearance — we don't even try
Just fourteen sets of headlights aimed at the sky
Dirt road runway, we're cleared for takeoff
Throttle up, windows down, never gonna back off
Fourteen lights pointing at the sky
Dirt road runway — this is how we fly
This is how we fly
This is how we fly
Dirt road runway — this is how we fly