[Verse] Dust on the wheels and sky full of stars, Maple shadows dance through the moonlit cars. A tin can guitar hums in the passenger seat, Swaying soft with the weight of the heat. [Pre-Chorus] No map, just the road, no name, just the sound, Of tires on stone and the wind in the ground. [Chorus] Oh, carry the greens through the hush of the hill, Every leaf a story, every mile a will. Through the quiet, low, and the quiet, high — We’re moving slow, but we’re flying, baby, fly. [Verse] Cabbages tucked like secrets, tomatoes blush, Carrots stand in silence, trusting the hush. A blanket of fog where the ridges begin, And the world's still asleep — but we’re on the spin. [Pre-Chorus] No map, just the road, no name, just the sound, Of tires on stone and the wind in the ground. [Chorus] Oh, carry the greens through the hush of the hill, Every leaf a story, every mile a will. Through the quiet, low, and the quiet, high — We’re moving slow, but we’re flying, baby, fly. [Bridge] The engine sings low, the stars lean in close, This old truck’s a dream on a road without hose. No destination — just breath and the light, A quiet ride into morning’s first byte. [Chorus] Oh, carry the greens through the hush of the hill, Every leaf a story, every mile a will. Through the quiet, low, and the quiet, high — We’re moving slow, but we’re flying, baby, fly. [Outro] Fog lifts, the road hums, the load starts to sing — We’re not going far, just somewhere… Somewhere… Yeah… Somewhere.