Bonafide (Reprise) – Saint of the Broken Road

[Verse 1] He rode hard, he burned fast, Left smoke and songs in his past. Never found home, never found rest, Just chased that sunset, did his best. They called him sinner, they called him wild, But God still listens to His wayward child. Now the wheels are still, the fire’s cold, A saint of the broken road. ⸻ [Chorus] Carry him home on the wind tonight, Let the stars be his candlelight. He lived too loud, he loved too slow, Now he’s ridin’ where the good hearts go. A bona fide soul, rough and bold — A saint of the broken road. ⸻ [Verse 2] The sheriff stood where the dirt meets grace, Tipped his hat, wiped his face. The priest said softly, “We’re all the same — Just different sinners callin’ His name.” And the church bell rang for the last time, Echoed out like an old, sweet rhyme. Then silence fell, the dawn wind blowed, Through the saint of the broken road. ⸻ [Chorus] Carry him home on the wind tonight, Let the stars be his candlelight. He lived too loud, he loved too slow, Now he’s ridin’ where the good hearts go. A bona fide soul, rough and bold — A saint of the broken road. ⸻ [Bridge — whispered, reflective] He ain’t gone, he’s just moved on, Into every jukebox outlaw song. Every lonely mile, every whiskey sigh, He’s still hummin’ under that sky. ⸻ [Final Chorus — soft, ghostly choir joins] Carry him home on the wind tonight, Let the stars be his candlelight. He lived too loud, he loved too slow, Now he’s ridin’ where the wild hearts go. A bona fide soul, story told — A saint of the broken road. ⸻ [Outro — fading guitar, faint engine rev in the distance] (Priest, softly spoken) Lord, if You’re listenin’, take him home… He was lost, but he wasn’t alone. (Singing low) Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law since the day he was born (Wind fades, church bell tolls once — silence.)