Verse 1 The road’s the same as yesterday, pale dust under silver-gray. Birch leaves flicker in the breeze, shadows drifting through the trees. A ripple moves the meadow grass, a swallow cuts the sky and passes. Nothing new beneath my feet — but there’s another step to meet. Pre-Chorus A hawk hangs still in amber light, you point out its crooked flight. Funny how the smallest view seems a little bright with you. Chorus So we keep walking, step by step, time in the footprints that we’ve left. No need to hurry, nothing to prove — the road itself is where we move. Rabbit flashing through the grass, clouds roll gold as evening passes. Turns out all these miles we knew were always the point with you. Verse 2 (play) The ditch runs clear along the bend, you skip a stone — it skips again. You laugh and try a second throw, it hops three times, then sinks below. You chase the wind along the road, arms wide like a swallow’s glide. I follow slow through drifting dust, pretending I can catch you up. Pre-Chorus A dragonfly hangs in the sun, you swear it’s watching what we’ve done. Funny how a field so wide feels like something just our size. Chorus So we keep walking, mile by mile, time in the rhythm of our stride. No race to win, no line to cross — just sky and wind and open moss. A rainbow leaning through the rain, color spilling on the plain. Turns out all these miles we knew were always the point with you. Bridge (building) We stop a while beside the stream, stack flat stones in crooked seams. A little wall against the flow, just to see how tall it grows. You carve our mark in driftwood grain, leave it drying in the sun and rain. Maybe someday passing feet will find the place where roads can meet. Final Chorus Then we keep walking, slow and sure, time in the steps we share as ours. No shining gate, no grand debut — the road keeps opening with you. But somewhere down a turning lane, where willow roots hold back the rain, we might stop long enough to stay and build a life along the way.
