Hook Echo

[Verse 1] Started out chasing answers, Not the headlines on the news. Coffee, maps, and county backroads, Trying to learn the truth. Old hands taught me simple rules, Respect the sky you're under. The day you think you've mastered her, Is the day she'll drag you under. [Pre-Chorus] [Radio Voices] "Where you at?" "Watch your west." "You've got one road left." Every call was trying To get me home. [Chorus] [Solo] Hook echo on the screen... [Community] We know that sign. [Solo] Every mile ahead... [Community] Buys somebody time. [Solo] Mother Nature bats last... [Community] Every old hand knows. [All Voices] We don't chase the thunder. We chase the minutes. We stand between the storm... So others make it home. [Verse 2] Somewhere I stopped listening. Started chasing something else. Closer shots and louder stories, Trying to prove myself. Funnels over field reports. Footage over facts. Forgot the folks down the road Were counting on my tracks. Old friends quit joking. Their voices changed. [Radio Voices] "Back it down." "Take the south road." "This one ain't worth your name." [Pre-Chorus] [Solo] I keyed the mic... "I'm good." "I've got it." Those four words Still echo loud. [Chorus] [Solo] Hook echo on the screen... [Community] We know that sign. [Solo] Every mile ahead... [Community] Buys somebody time. [Solo] Mother Nature bats last... [Community] Every old hand knows. [All Voices] We don't chase the thunder. We chase the minutes. We stand between the storm... So others make it home. [Bridge] [Solo] Rain wrapped the windshield. The road disappeared. Steel bent. Glass flew. The radio went quiet. The truck could be rebuilt. The cameras replaced. Even the scars would heal. But somewhere down that road, A town was waiting For a voice... That should've been mine. Another crew made the call. The warning still got there. But later Than it should have. That's the weight I carry home. [Final Chorus] [Solo] Hook echo on the screen... [Community] We know that sign. [Solo] Every mile ahead... [Community] Buys somebody time. [Solo] Respect the storm... [Community] Respect the road. [Solo] Respect the voices... [Community] Trying to get you home. [All Voices] We don't chase the thunder. We chase the minutes. We stand between the storm. So others make it home. Mother Nature bats last. Every old hand knows. [Outro] [Solo] Now when the radio says... "Back it down..." I don't argue. I answer... "Copy." Because the hook Was never the warning. Ignoring it was.