Roger, Michelle, dog named sheldon, cross country

[Intro – strummed acoustic guitar, soft shaker] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – gentle acoustic riff, laid-back drum shuffle] Roger’s map spread on the dashboard glow Michelle’s playlist hums the old radio Sheldon’s nose out the window, chasing the wind First stop’s the coast where the fog rolls in [Chorus – layered vocals, upbeat tambourine, bright guitar strums] San Francisco bridges, DC’s marble halls Sheldon’s paws on the seat, answering every call Miles of highway, sunsets painted gold Our little crew, stories yet to be told [Verse 2 – subtle bass line, playful xylophone accent] Campfire s’mores where the pines grow tall Sheldon steals a marshmallow, makes us laugh till we fall Gas station coffee, sticky summer air Counting license plates like a silly little prayer [Chorus – harmonized vocals, fuller drum beat, mandolin riff] Golden Gate sunsets, Capitol dome light Sheldon’s tail a-wagging, making every night right Roadside diners, starlit desert skies This old truck’s carrying all our favorite ties [Bridge – stripped-back acoustic, soft vocal harmonies] We don’t need plans, just the open road Sheldon’s snoring, light as a load Every detour’s a gift we didn’t know This trip’s stitching our hearts slow and low [Interlude – acoustic guitar solo, light harmonica melody] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full band, soaring vocals, upbeat handclaps] San Francisco’s fog, DC’s cherry bloom Sheldon’s the captain of our little room Miles behind us, memories in the bank This cross-country trip’s our perfect blank [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, soft vocal hum] Sheldon curls up as the day winds down Our three hearts still spinning, lost in the sound