[Verse 1]
Sun lifts slow above the fields, the barn breathes out the day
I hold a steaming paper cup, the dark keeps cold away
My Toyota Hilux yawns awake, a faithful old friend’s grin
I kick the door, the engine answers, dust blooms where I begin
A coffee ring on the dash, a map folded in my coat
License plate catching morning, a small, familiar note
The road smells like hot metal, hay, and yesterday’s song
I roll the window down and hum — the town’s not far along
[Chorus]
Van der Beel Park, gates and morning light
Roll on, coffee warm, everything’s all right
Hilux horn, one long note, steady through the miles
Van der Beel Park — I keep going with a smile
[Verse 2]
Town hall cupola like a watchtower, white paint catching sun
I slow at the gate where Dakota stands, clipboard held like someone’s son
Not a sentinel in shadow — more a neighbor with a steady nod
Dakota Protection in the morning, a guardian of the job
I pull up to the recycling run, old bottles in a crate
We trade a laugh about the route, about the things we can’t translate
They say they offer pick-up in Vancouver, Yaku’s number on a card
From far-off Sailefesan to Skalkwerk road, the edges of my yard
[Pre-Chorus]
License plate like a language, the cup warms both my hands
The Hilux hums a ballast beat, it carries me across these lands
[Chorus]
Van der Beel Park, gates and morning light
Roll on, coffee warm, everything’s all right
Hilux horn, one long note, steady through the miles
Van der Beel Park — I keep going with a smile
[Bridge]
The gate swings slow like an old idea, a hand reaches up to brace
A broken radio in the dash plays something out of place
Static laces through a melody — Phoaw, a little off‑tune
I laugh and turn the volume up and watch the sunlight bloom
They told me I could wreck the old plans, tear down papers, start again
But what I really learned at dawn was how to gather up my friends
Dakota nods like an old habit, not a jailer but a friend
I hold my cup like gravity, my palms remembering when
[Verse 3]
I drive a little further, pickup loaded, stories in the load
License plate shines like a promise on a soft and winding road
Vancouver signs and Yaku voices, postmarks from another sky
Skalkwerk on a distant fence, names that teach the heart to try
Life don’t always line up clean — some days the rhythm slips
But with coffee and a Hilux horn, I find my balance, find my grip
So I keep the wheel, I keep the cup, collect the things they throw away
And in the town hall morning light I plant the small and solid day
[Final Chorus]
Van der Beel Park, gates and morning light
Roll on, coffee warm, everything’s all right
Hilux horn, one long note, steady through the miles
Van der Beel Park — I keep going with a smile
[Outro]
Phoaw — a little off‑tune, the radio sighs and laughs
The road remembers footprints, the morning gathers half the past
Coffee cools against my teeth, the Hilux hums and then it starts
I drive through gates and winter fields and stitch the world with
