[Verse 1] Packed my boots and left the dust behind, A new road stretching, a new hill to climb. This town don’t know my name, not yet, A clean slate, no past, no regret. [Prechorus] But the mirror knows the truth, Old scars trace my youth. [Chorus] Who will I become, when the nights grow cold? Will the new feel warm, or the old take hold? Every face I meet, every hand I shake, Builds a picture of me on this clean slate. [Verse 2] Coffee shops and neon lights, Strangers’ smiles in the quiet nights. A new job’s rhythm, a steady beat, But the ghosts of before still tap their feet. [Prechorus] Every laugh has an echo, Every shadow seems to know. [Chorus] Who will I become, when the nights grow cold? Will the new feel warm, or the old take hold? Every face I meet, every hand I shake, Builds a picture of me on this clean slate.
