Summer, Mountain Road at Sunset

A magic bus, a Summer's night, Riding along an alpine height, The sun is setting, glowing red, The beauty of the view ahead. The sky is painted orange and gold, The road winds, we're growing old, The moment's fleeting, all so sweet, We must enjoy this simple feat. The magic bus takes us away, On a journey of a different day, The Summer air, the wind so strong, Our lives forever changed along.