[Verse] Golden leaves on the windowsill, Painting shadows as we drift. Wheels hum low on the quiet road, Through fields of amber, far and broad. Lunchboxes stacked, a laugh in the back, A story still unfolding in the track. [Pre-Chorus] Every turn, a memory grows, Like fog that fades where rivers flow. The sun dips low behind the trees— This ride won’t last, but it’s full of ease. [Chorus] Oh, we’re riding through the fall, Through firelight and memory’s call. One last ride before we go— The world is wide, but we know The road ahead is ours alone, And every mile feels like home. [Verse] Old tires on the gravel track, A quiet hum, a breath, a pact. You wave to someone in the haze, A friend you’ll miss, a lost embrace. The trees stand tall in crimson flight, Burning bright before they fall from light. [Pre-Chorus] Every turn, a memory grows, Like fog that fades where rivers flow. The sun dips low behind the trees— This ride won’t last, but it’s full of ease. [Chorus] Oh, we’re riding through the fall, Through firelight and memory’s call. One last ride before we go— The world is wide, but we know The road ahead is ours alone, And every mile feels like home. [Bridge] Time moves slow, but doesn’t stop, Like leaves that drift and never drop. We’re not just kids, we’re something more— The years ahead are yet to pour. So take this moment, hold it true: The road is long, but we’re not through. [Chorus] Oh, we’re riding through the fall, Through firelight and memory’s call. One last ride before we go— The world is wide, but we know The road ahead is ours alone, And every mile feels like home. [Outro] Riding through the fall… Through firelight… Like home…