On My Way (Let It Be Rock ’n’ Roll) [Intro — acoustic guitar, close vocal] One more coffee, one last look, A ticket folded in my notebook. I’m on my way. [Verse 1] There’s a pale square on my bedroom wall Where my favourite poster hung. I learned those songs behind a locked door, Too afraid to sing my own. Now my guitar’s beside the suitcase, There’s a taxi down below. Mum says, “Call me when you get there.” I say, “I will”—and let her go. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waiting to feel ready, Like a sign would light the road. But my hands can shake and still play— There’s only one way I’ll know. [Chorus — full band] I’m on my way, With a little more nerve than yesterday. Let my voice break, let the wrong chord ring, I’ve spent too long swallowing everything. I don’t know how far I’ll go, But I know this song is mine. If it’s coming from my soul, Let it be rock ’n’ roll. [Verse 2] There are seven people in the basement, And the drummer’s running late. I write my name beside the others, Nearly turn and walk away. Then a girl beside the doorway Stops talking when I sing. For a moment I forget to worry What anybody thinks. [Pre-Chorus] And the words I almost crossed out Are the ones she wants to hear. I lean a little closer— Let her hear the doubt in there. [Chorus — driving drums, warm electric guitars] I’m on my way, With a little more nerve than yesterday. Let my voice break, let the wrong chord ring, I’ve spent too long swallowing everything. I don’t know how far I’ll go, But I know this song is mine. If it’s coming from my soul, Let it be rock ’n’ roll. [Instrumental Break — melodic electric guitar] [Bridge — stripped back, then rising] Some nights I’ll want that bedroom, That familiar patch of floor. I can miss the life I’ve left behind And still want something more. [Final Chorus — soaring vocal, layered harmonies] I’m on my way, With a little more nerve than yesterday. Let my voice break, let the wrong chord ring, There’s a whole lot of life I haven’t sung yet. I don’t know how far I’ll go, But tonight this song is mine. Every colour in my soul— Let it be rock ’n’ roll. [Outro — acoustic guitar, soft vocal] On the last train, heading home, I write another line. I’m on my way. Let it be rock ’n’ roll.
