Текст песни
The headlights fade, the engine slows,
But the road still sings in my bones.
All these miles have shaped my soul,
Turned the unknown into home.
No address, no fixed place,
Just the rhythm of the wheels my only grace.
Home is the road, where the wild winds roam,
Where the asphalt gleams and the spirit finds its own.
I don’t need walls just the sky, just the way,
Every bend a memory, every mile a new day.
Sunrise paints the desert gold,
Moonlight turns the highway bold.
Every town a passing dream,
But this journey’s all I need.
No address, no fixed place,
Just the rhythm of the wheels my only grace.
Home is the road, where the wild winds roam,
Where the asphalt gleams and the spirit finds its own.
I don’t need walls just the sky, just the way,
Every bend a memory, every mile a new day.
Maybe home was never a place at all,
Just the hum of the engine, the night, the call.
No keys, no locks, no doors to close
Just the open road and the heart that knows.
Home… is the road…
Just the sky… and the drive…
