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Worn-out boots on backroads before sunrise

The breeze pulls me forward, no compromise

No rent bills or office fluorescent glare

I'm hunting sunsets with dust in my hair

We're drifters rolling beneath the crescent moon

The ground's pulse becomes our favorite tune

No phone maps needed, just gut feeling strong

Where the bonfire roars

That's where I belong

Wood smoke clings to my old denim shirt

Rough palms tell stories of sweat and dirt

Through rock formations, old legends speak

Every dusty mile makes me less weak

We're drifters rolling beneath the crescent moon

The ground's pulse becomes our favorite tune

No phone maps needed, just gut feeling strong

Where the bonfire roars

That's where I belong

Guitar weeps melodies in starlit black

Wolves singing harmonies, never looking back

Dried tears of laughter crack my weathered face

Freedom's the only home I'll ever chase

We're drifters rolling beneath the crescent moon

The ground's pulse becomes our favorite tune

No phone maps needed, just gut feeling strong

Where the bonfire roars

That's where I belong

Where the bonfire roars

That's where I belong