The song of the open road. Sheet music for a life less ordinary.
From ridge tops and ghost towns we conduct,
Looking down on the orchestra,
Comprised of stranded vehicles and bruised egos,
Measures filled with broken hearts and broken bones.
Standing on the precipice, we lift our hands toward the sky.
The symphony of adventure unfolds across time.
Dotting our lives with accented notes
Of campfires and starry nights.
Tales told tall like the rising smoke.
Memories we think will last a lifetime
Crescendo as we approach the finale.
In our greatest moment, we relinquish control.
Crumbling into dust, taking with us our score.