Kick up the dirt, feel the sun on my face,

Rolling down the road, at my own pace.

With the wind in my hair, and freedom in my soul,

This dusty old highway is taking its toll.

Maps strewn ‘cross my dashboard, coffee cups piled high,

The way bends and twists, ‘neath the vast, open sky.

Miles of forgotten stories, whispers in the breeze,

Each moment I uncover, puts my mind at ease.

On a dusty trip, let the wheels just roll,

Follow my heart, it's a wild, reckless stroll.

From the mountains to the valleys, catch a glimpse of the light,

On a dusty trip, everything feels just right.

Old barns and fields, where the tall grasses sway,

Photos from the past, they invite me to stay.

The laughter of the children echoes through the years,

As I pass through each chapter, the stories bring me tears.

On a dusty trip, let the wheels just roll,

Follow my heart, it's a wild, reckless stroll.

From the mountains to the valleys, catch a glimpse of the light,

On a dusty trip, everything feels just right.

Oh, the sunsets paint the skies,

With colors so divine,

Each road I traverse,

Feels like I’m dancing with time.

[Solo]

(A series of soulful guitar riffs, embodying the spirit of the journey)

Rusty signs and memories, passing through my mind,

Each mile a reflection, leaving troubles behind.

With every bend, a new adventure awaits,

It’s a treasure hunt of life, not determined by fate.

On a dusty trip, let the wheels just roll,

Follow my heart, it's a wild, reckless stroll.

From the mountains to the valleys, catch a glimpse of the light,

On a dusty trip, everything feels just right.

So I embrace the journey, and I cherish the ride,

With the roads stretching onward, it's my soul's open wide.

On this dusty trip, I found my peace within,

Wrapped in the whispers of where I’ve been.

[Fade-Out]

(Soft instrumental reprise, echoing the sentiment of the open road)