Attilio's got a new ride, shiny and white
A Toyota crossover, gleaming in the morning light
Ready for the wide open spaces far and wide
He's got that freedom feelin' deep inside
Down the dusty roads and the country trails
Through the fields of gold and the Midwest gales
He's hittin' every byway, no destination, no plan
Just him and his Toyota in this wide open land
Cruisin' through the heartland, miles rollin' by
Gravel kickin' up dust, 'neath that big blue sky
Attilio's new ride, ready to roam
Toyota crossover, makin' the highway home
From the mountain tops to the valley below
That crossover's hummin', like a river flow
Wind in his hair, sun on his face
In that white Toyota, he's found his place
Every turning road, every small town sign
Attilio's now a traveler on the endless county line
With every tank of gas, every mile of open road
He's writing his own story, a chapter unfolds