[Verse] Dust on the glass, sun low in the sky, Backseat echoes of a laugh that won’t die. Rusted wheels hum a tune I’ve known, Past the fields where the old road’s grown. [Pre-Chorus] And the sky starts to blush, a memory held, Like the way you leaned in when the world got cold. [Chorus] Oh, the school bus turns dust into afternoon gold, Each creak and hum a story I’ve held. No engine roars, just a quiet old road, With you in my thoughts, like you’re still in the seat. Oh, the school bus turns dust into afternoon gold. [Verse] Maple leaves fall slow through the pane, Faded posters still whisper my name. The driver don’t speak, but he knows my name too, In silence, we’re both still learning how to. [Pre-Chorus] And the sky starts to blush, a memory held, Like the way you leaned in when the world got cold. [Chorus] Oh, the school bus turns dust into afternoon gold, Each creak and hum a story I’ve held. No engine roars, just a quiet old road, With you in my thoughts, like you’re still in the seat. Oh, the school bus turns dust into afternoon gold. [Bridge] Now the wheels are still, the bell’s long since run, But I can still hear the way it once begun. And if time was dust, I’d let it fall slow, Just to catch the gold where we used to go. [Outro] Oh, the school bus turns dust… into afternoon gold… Still… Still… Still…