Sunrise paints dust gold,
on these boots that know the way,
No roof overhead,
just the stars to end the day.
Guitar case worn smooth,
from miles across my back,
Sharing stories by firelight,
ain't no turning back.
Coffee boils over embers,
a simple morning brew,
This open freedom calling,
everything feels new.
Sun on my face feels warm,
wind whispers through my hair,
No bills in my pocket,
just the open honest air.
Got my songs and my memories,
all I truly own,
Following the setting sun,
never feeling alone.
Dusty road serenade,
that's the song my heart knows best,
Campfire calm settles in,
putting my soul at rest.
Miles on my soul yeah,
each one tells its tale,
This simple journey's beauty,
will never fail.
"Hear that crackling fire?
That's all the comfort I need.
And the silence between the sounds?
That's peace."
Sleeping bag rolled tight,
beneath a canvas sky,
Waking to birdsong,
as the morning hours fly.
Sharing bread with strangers,
by a roadside stream,
Living in the moment,
a half forgotten dream.
Learning lessons whispered,
by the wind and ancient trees,
This wandering spirit,
finally finds its ease.
Sun on my face feels warm,
wind whispers through my hair,
No bills in my pocket,
just the open,
honest air.
Got my songs and my memories,
all I truly own,
Following the setting sun,
never feeling alone.
Dusty road serenade,
that's the song my heart knows best,
Campfire calm settles in,
putting my soul at rest.
Miles on my soul yeah,
each one tells its tale,
This simple journey's beauty,
will never fail.
"Yeah... that's the life. No walls,
no clocks,
just the rhythm of the road and the kindness of strangers."
Yeah
Dusty roads calling
my name to roam
Campfire calm
feels like coming home
Miles on my soul
Emm…
