Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist

Driving my Coach


(Verse 1)

Rolling down the highway, beneath the open sky,

A charter bus adventure, with the wind as our ally.

From coast to coast, we journey far and wide,

Through valleys, hills, and fields, our spirit’s wild ride.

(Chorus)

Driving through the countryside, our wheels on the ground,

Every mile a memory, every turn a new sound.

With passengers aboard, we’re a family on the move,

In this rolling home of ours, we’ve got nothing to prove.

(Verse 2)

Passing by the towns, each one with its own tale,

Through forests dense and rivers wide, our courage will not fail.

The sun above us guides the way, as day turns into night,

With laughter in our hearts, we’ll keep this journey bright.

(Chorus)

Driving through the countryside, our wheels on the ground,

Every mile a memory, every turn a new sound.

With passengers aboard, we’re a family on the move,

In this rolling home of ours, we’ve got nothing to prove.

(Bridge)

From the bustling city streets to the quiet country lanes,

Every mile marker tells a story, every destination gains.

Through rain or shine, we’ll press on, together side by side,

In this rolling symphony, our dreams will not be denied.

(Chorus)

Driving through the countryside, our wheels on the ground,

Every mile a memory, every turn a new sound.

With passengers aboard, we’re a family on the move,

In this rolling home of ours, we’ve got nothing to prove.

(Outro)

So let’s keep driving onward, let’s see what lies ahead,

With each twist and turn, our spirit will be fed.

For in this charter bus journey, through the countryside so wide,

We’ll find adventure, freedom, and joy with every mile we ride.