(soft guitar, slow strum) Boondocking near Yuma, Desert stretched wide, skies still blue. Mornings start quiet, coffee warm, sun climbing slow on old tay low. (Verse Spoken) The weather’s just right, and spring is already knocking. Out here, time eases up. Miles turn into memories. This isn’t just travel— it’s our home on wheels. (Tag) Tom and Lori RV Life. Still rolling. Still dreaming. 🎵 (guitar fades out)
