[Verse] Wheels hum low on the cracked-up road, Sunlight shakes the leaves where the wild seeds grow, Dust rises slow like an old song told, Turning all the gray to afternoon gold. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the wind, stories unfold, Every mile a memory, the young and old, [Chorus] School bus rolling, turning dust to gold, Taking us where the heart has always strolled, Through the fields and the dreams we hold, Rolling, rolling, turning dust to gold. [Verse] Hands pressed to the window, faces glow, Laughing with the sky that’s burning low, Time slips soft where the warm sun folds, Carried on that bus, turning dust to gold. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the wind, stories unfold, Every mile a memory, the young and old, [Chorus] School bus rolling, turning dust to gold, Taking us where the heart has always strolled, Through the fields and the dreams we hold, Rolling, rolling, turning dust to gold. [Bridge] Evening’s hush, the amber light, Draws our shadows long and bright, In this quiet, we find our place, Riding home with gentle grace. [Chorus] School bus rolling, turning dust to gold, Taking us where the heart has always strolled, Through the fields and the dreams we hold, Rolling, rolling, turning dust to gold. [Outro] Rolling down the road where stories grow, Dust and sunlight in a soft tableau, Carried home where the warm winds blow, Turning dust to gold, forever gold.