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🎵 "We Are Road Trippers" 🎵 (by Jeroen, somewhere on the road)
Verse 1 I’m a road tripper, oh yes I am, No map, no cash, just a heaven-sent plan. Walking the earth with dust on my feet, Every stranger I meet makes the journey complete.
Chorus We are road trippers, wild and free, Rolling with faith and a bit of mystery. We are road trippers, you and me, Riding with God through life's crazy symphony.
Verse 2 No hotel bookings, just stars above, A cardboard sign and a whole lotta love. Carrying sins in my travel pack, But grace walks with me — got my back.
Bridge Sometimes I talk to God out loud, People stare — hey, that’s allowed! He laughs, I laugh, it starts to rain, Guess heaven’s got jokes — and a wild campaign.
Final Chorus We are road trippers, souls on fire, Fueled by spirit, not by desire. We are road trippers, can't you see? One crazy family, just chasing eternity.
I Am Jeroen Vandenbussche – Road Tripper in the World
Right now, I’m traveling through Europe. No money. No fixed plan. Just me, my backpack, and the weight of humanity’s sins.
I walk through cities that have forgotten how to feel, through nature gasping for air. I carry with me the greed of the rich, the pride of the powerful, the wrath of the wounded, and the apathy of the many. Lust, gluttony, envy, sloth—they’re not just words in old books. They’re stitched into our modern lives, and I wear them like a second skin.
This journey is not a vacation. It’s a mirror. I reflect what the world has become, and maybe—just maybe—what it could be again.
No money means freedom from the system that feeds on fear and profit. Every step is a rebellion. Every breath, a prayer for change.
You may see a lone traveler. I see a man becoming the message.