[Intro, unhurried footsteps finding their rhythm, guitar waking softly like a door closing behind] no particular place just this street, this light, this pace [Verse 1, close and conversational, the voice matching the walking speed] my shoulders drop a little with every block behind me the day comes undone like a knot worked loose by hand I am not going anywhere I am just going past the shop with the folding gate past the dog that knows my step by now [Verse 2, same ease, a touch more present] the sky is doing its slow fade nothing dramatic, just letting go and I match it one foot, then the other, then the next I used to walk to get somewhere now I walk to feel the walking the distance is not the point the pace is [Chorus, warm and even, opening gently but never rushing forward] so let the evening carry me however slow it wants no clock in this just the road, and my own two feet let me arrive by simply moving through it [Bridge, guitar thins to a single line, footsteps softer, almost stopping] somewhere in the middle of the walk I forgot what I was leaving and forgot what I was going toward there was only this street [Outro, gentle resolution, the walk winding down naturally, full stop ending] the porch light finds me before I decide to look for it I am home not because I arrived but because I walked the whole way here
