[Verse 1] There was a valley tucked away, Where the hills stood tall like walls. One road in and one road out, Two hundred souls, if that at all. A quiet little Mayberry, A hidden place to disappear. I took a room at the Inns carriage house, And tried to teach my heart not to fear. being alone wasn't hard enough, slandered my name to those we knew left me standing in a place alone just trying to make it through [Pre-Chorus] And if my old life didn’t want me, If love had locked the door, I’d learn to be alone out there, Three hours from who I was before. [Chorus] I was caught in the Inn-between, Not dead, not alive, just quietly crawling. Wrapped in a beautiful nowhere, Mistaking numbness for falling . I thought I had found my shelter, A place where my soul could breathe. But sometimes silence becomes a cage, And peace can bring you to your knees. I was caught in the Inn-between, Half cocoon, and a half dug grave. Losing the woman I fought to become, In the comfort of drifting away. [Verse 2] For a while the Inn felt like mercy, A place to lay my weapons down. No screaming news, no broken family, No one to watch me come unwound. But quiet has a hunger, And stillness has a cost. When nobody comes looking, You can forget that you are lost. [Pre-Chorus] I was trying to be comfortable With the ache of being alone. But there’s a kind of empty That starts pretending it is home. [Verse 3] At four a.m. on a dark road, Three hours from the life I knew, I came around that valley bend And saw a wolf break through. Running wild beside my truck, Leaping through the black roadside. I slowed down just to match him, Like God had sent a sign. He kept pace with me for miles, Or maybe just long enough to say, “You are not meant to stay here, woman. You were born lead the way .” [Bridge] But I had started going passive, Started slipping out of frame. Like someone poured a soft drug In my coffee every day. I was moving through the motions, Like a puppet on a string. Smiling when I had to, But barely feeling anything. Then one day I woke up shaking, With alarms inside my head. Not from sleep, but from the in-between, Where the living walk half-dead. [Breakdown Rage) They tell you butterflies are pretty, Like transformation doesn’t hurt. Like the cocoon is soft and simple, Like becoming doesn’t burn. But first you build your shelter, Then dissolve inside your skin. You become a nameless, formless thing, Before the wings begin. And when you finally break through, You’re vulnerable and weak. Flightless on the edge of change, With no safe place left to sleep. [Final Chorus] I survived the Inn-between, Not whole, not healed, but waking. Crawling from the quiet dark, changing , soft and shaking. I thought I had found my shelter, But shelters can become chains. And sometimes God sends wolves at dawn To call you by your name. I survived the Inn-between, Half cocoon, and half dug grave. I was not disappearing— I was being remade. [Outro] There was one road in, one road out, And I almost stayed too long. But the wolf ran beside me Till I remembered I was strong. So I left that hidden valley, Still tender, still unseen. But I carried back my fire From the place called Inn-between.
