[Wind texture, distant field recording, single sustained low tone] I didn’t run away from something. I walked toward the quiet. ⸻ [Verse 1] [Male vocal, low, grounded, measured] The city knew my name too well, Wore it thin from overuse. I traded noise for open fields, Traded certainty for room to move. Some thought I left because I broke, Some thought I broke because I left. The truth got lost somewhere between — I just needed space to breathe. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] The further out, the closer in. The empty land, the fuller chest. ⸻ [Chorus] I’m not lost, I’m just far. There’s a difference Most don’t understand. I traded who I had to be For who I get to become. The silence isn’t punishment — It’s the sound of starting over. ⸻ [Verse 2] The rows I planted don’t ask questions, The soil doesn’t need explaining why. Everything grows here at its own pace, Nothing rushes, nothing lies. I used to measure life in noise made, Now I measure it in what took root. The distance isn’t where I’m hiding — It’s where I finally see the truth. ⸻ [Bridge – spoken, grounded] They call it isolation. I call it clarity. Some roads don’t lead away from people. They lead back to yourself. ⸻ [Final Chorus] I’m not lost, I’m just far. There’s a difference I finally understand. I traded who I had to be For who I chose to become. The silence isn’t empty — It’s where I finally hear myself. ⸻ [Outro] [Wind fades, field recording thins to near silence] Still here. Still growing.
