[Intro] [Instrumental insert] [Verse 1] Old truck in the driveway, dust on the seat, Map of the county, folded and beat. Old songs are playing on the radio, again, Sun on the dashboard, time doesn’t bend. [Pre‑Chorus] Wind in the pines, fireflies at night, Simple life feels so right. I close my eyes, I’m a kid once more, Running barefoot across the shore. [Chorus] Back to the dirt, where the soul finds its start, Under the oak tree, with the old folks’ heart. Fields of gold, in the evening light, Today world can’t dim this sight. Feet in the soil, stars up above, This is home, this is love. [Verse 2] Couch swing creaking, coffee in a mug, Neighbours wave, life’s not a rush. Phone’s in my pocket, but I won’t check the screen, Here in the quiet, I finally breathe. [Drop / EDM section] [Acoustics fade away, pulsating bass, synthesizer arpeggios, powerful 16—beat beats] Woo‑oo, back to the roots, feel the beat, Earth and sky, where I’m complete. [Final Chorus (amplified, with chorus)] Back to the dirt, where the soul finds its start! Under the oak tree, with the old folks’ heart! Fields of gold, in the evening light — Today world can’t dim this sight! Feet in the soil, stars up above, This is home, this is love!
