Four Wheel Dreams

Dust kicks up like a whispered tale,

Gravel spittin' from the worn-out trail.

Morning sun paints the hills with gold,

This four-wheel drive’s got stories untold.

Four-wheel dreams, out where the road bends,

Chasing the sky where the gravel ends.

It’s freedom roaring, it’s a lonesome cry,

Living my life on a four-wheel drive.

Creek bed's shallow, but the rocks run deep,

Tires grip tight where the mountains sleep.

Radio crackles, it’s an old friend’s tune,

Rolling through the woods 'neath a rising moon.

No map to guide me, no lines to stay,

Just the hum of the engine to light my way.

Four-wheel dreams, out where the road bends,

Chasing the sky where the gravel ends.

It’s freedom roaring, it’s a lonesome cry,

Living my life on a four-wheel drive.

Mud on the tires, stories in the stains,

Every scratch and dent’s a memory gained.

Through the storms and the quiet, I’ll always ride,

This old truck’s my heart, my home, my guide.