I met her once on a winter street where the cold made every word hang slow A moment bright enough to mark my road, no matter where I’d go Every step since then felt almost right but never truly aligned Every face I met looked close to real but not the same design (“almost right…”) I walked through rooms of temporary hearts, never able to stay Left suitcases full of half-spun hopes in corners far away I chased that first low thunder rolling underneath my skin Held out for a spark that could pull me back to where I’d been But I gave them less than they were asking, turning softer truths to steel They deserved a wide horizon; I offered less than I could feel (“more than I could feel…”) I sat across kind, patient eyes in diners closing down at night They told their stories, hoping I was someone who could make things right But part of me stayed on that winter street with snow along the painted line Every promise felt like borrowed clothes that never quite were mine (“never mine…”) Still chasing that first low thunder humming deep within Like a song unwritten but playing beneath my skin They reached with open arms; I stood half-awake, half-real They deserved a rising skyline; I gave what I couldn’t feel (“windless field…”) I wore my years like an old coat fraying at the seams Moving through tired bars, chasing unreachable dreams Every town another mirror turning slowly into rust I kept their hopes beside me, never fully learning trust (“never trust…”) [Instrumental Solo] I watched them pack their quiet dreams the day they walked away They said I meant well but lived too far from where they hoped I’d stay Still I’d wake thinking tonight I’d find that missing spark But I lived half-lit like a street with every second lamp gone dark (“half-lit heart…”) Still chasing that first low thunder rolling under skin Holding to a single moment while the world kept spinning in If I could speak to every heart I failed, I’d say the fault was mine to heal They deserved a room that opened wide; I stayed behind the wheel (“what I couldn’t feel…”)
