[Verse 1] Left town with a half-tank and a heart gone numb, The church bells rang but I wouldn’t come. You were curled in my jacket, too proud to cry, While I slipped through the dawn like a goodbye. Dust on my boots, guilt in my chest— Never learned how to stay, only how to guess. Your love was a hymn I never could sing, So I drove off chasing a vanishing thing. [Pre-Chorus] Every diner booth preacher, every neon saint, Tried to wash my sins—but the whiskey won’t faint. [Chorus] On the road less taken, with a choir of doubt, Where the angels whisper and the devils shout. Where I traded your arms for a dream that lied, And I still feel your voice in the countryside. Oh Lord, I’m breaking... no mistaken— It’s cold out here on the road less taken. [Verse 2] Played a tune on a pawnshop Gibson last night, A waitress smiled like she knew my fight. Told her your name and she said it low, “Some loves don’t leave, they just never show.” And I thought of your hands, that soft Southern grace, And the ghost of a kiss I still chase. [Pre-Chorus] I see you in rearviews, feel you in storms, You're the silence in crowds, the ache in warm. [Chorus] On the road less taken, through the cracks and rain, I keep praying your voice might forgive my name. Where jukeboxes cry and the barstools lean, And the Lord don’t answer, but He’s seen the scene. Still shakin’, still forsaken— Out here on the road less taken. [Bridge] One more song, one more town, I keep hoping you’ll turn me around. But grace don’t come in neon signs, And some goodbyes don’t count as lines. [Final Chorus ] On the road less taken, yeah I made my bed, With the words I said and the ones I left unsaid. If I make it back, will the light still burn? Or is love just a bridge you can’t return? Still achin’, still awaken— On the road less taken...
