[Intro - Low engine rumble] Thought a new postcode Might give my head a different address. [Verse 1 - Steady storytelling] Six months out, still running on fumes, Different front doors, same old rooms. Too much going in, not much coming back, Couldn't see the exit with my head like that. Packed what I had, took the long way east, Called it a fresh start, hoped the noise would cease. Country got wide, phone signal thinned, Still heard the same old voice under my skin. First nights rough, no room with my name, New city lights, but the cold felt the same. Nobody knew what I'd come there to lose, That felt like freedom till I needed food. [Build] New road. Same head. Can't outrun what goes unsaid. But I can choose where my next steps lead— Turn that bass up underneath me! [Chorus - Chant, bass drop] NEW POSTCODE! SAME HEART! HAD TO GET LOST TO MAKE THAT START! LONG ROAD! NO MAP! I BUILT A WAY FORWARD— I'M NOT GOING BACK! [Verse 2 - Faster rolling flow] Months with no place, kept chasing a chance, Trying to look ready with dirt on my pants. Someone gave help without wanting a show, A job gave the hours somewhere useful to go. First pay hit. Bought a meal. Funny how ordinary started to heal. Not overnight, not a movie scene, Just a key, some sleep and a shirt kept clean. Learnt leaving mattered, but staying did too, Had to stop disappearing when problems grew. Went back home with a little more ground, Same old streets, different way around. [Bridge - Piano, spoken rap] Distance bought space. Work gave rhythm. Help gave me something I couldn't give myself then. [Final Chorus - Full drums] NEW POSTCODE! SAME HEART! HAD TO GET LOST TO MAKE THAT START! LONG ROAD! NO MAP! I BUILT A WAY FORWARD— I'M NOT GOING BACK! [Outro] Going home Doesn't have to mean going backwards.
