box truck E03a’p

[Intro: Whistling & Humming] [Verse 1] Drove down streets too familiar, The urge to wander now massive, peculiar. Every turn rolls the wheeled box further away, From where fresh beginning began just today. [Chorus] (Oh, wandering souls, where will you go?) (Oh, drifting hearts, where did you start?) (Oh, travelers bold, what stories unfold?) (Oh, seekers of dreams, what secrets are gleaned?) [Verse 2] From quaint corners to wending ways, The journey calls, a lilting radio’s refrain. Through neighborhoods, I've never seen, Each curve a reminder, each new place unseen. [Chorus] (Oh, winding road, where do you lead?) (Oh, fleeting time, who do you heed?) (Oh, restless mind, what do you seek?) (Oh, seeker of love, with whom will you speak?) [Bridge] City blends into distant haze, Far mountain ranges reflect horizon’s sun’s blaze. Questing carries on, ‘til fuel runs low, Such heights are surprising, where mighty wild winds blow. [Drop:Tabla pulses amid Sitar riffs] [Verse 3] Boxy truck along mountain's rangy spine, Occasional forlorn stations’ to fill-up, oft in the nick of time. And long downhill slopes, compression thwarting long rolls, To return to the seeking, for what unites and makes whole.. [Chorus] Questing carries on, ‘til fuel runs low, Such heights are surprising, where mighty wild winds blow. [Drop:Tabla pulses amid Sitar riffs] [Verse 3] Boxy truck along mountain's rangy spine, Occasional forlorn stations’ to fill-up, oft in the nick of time. And long downhill slopes, compression thwarting long rolls, To return to the seeking, for what unites making whole.. [Chorus] (Oh, winding road, where do you lead?) (Oh, fleeting time, who do you heed?) (Oh, restless mind, what do you seek?) (Oh, seeker of love, with whom will you speak?) [Outro] Truck rolls on, sky turns gold, Destination’s clues unmeld, unfold. Another waypoint’s pause, in wanderlust we trust, Until rolling to rest, a journey was formed by its wandering guest. [End Whistling and Humming, ‘til changing the station] Until rolling to rest, a journey was formed by its wandering guest. [End Whistling and Humming, ‘til changing the station]