Talking to the Dark

[Verse 1] Did the years go by as fast as they feel tonight? Did I miss the good parts while chasing a paycheck? Was there a moment when everything started shifting? Did I walk right past it without looking back? Did my father have these same thoughts at this age? Did he ever wonder where the time went? Was I somebody else before the world wore me down? Am I still that man under these scars? [Chorus] Who decides which dreams stay and which ones give out? Why does the road feel longer every year? Where do old promises go when nobody keeps them? When did silence get easier than speaking my mind? How many miles have I driven lost in my own head? How many chances did I never even see? Does anybody else lie awake asking this? Or am I the only one talking to the dark? [Verse 2] Did my mother know I'd still be carrying this pain? Did my father ever cry where nobody could see? Did the people I lost take pieces of me with them? Did I leave pieces of myself behind too? When did the mirror start looking like a stranger? Why do old songs hit harder now? How many memories have I already lost? How many more are on their way out? Did I spend too much time trying to be strong? Did I mistake surviving for living? Have I been chasing something that was never mine? Or was I running from something all along? [Chorus] Who decides which dreams stay and which ones give out? Why does the road feel longer every year? Where do old promises go when nobody keeps them? When did silence get easier than speaking my mind? How many miles have I driven lost in my own head? How many chances did I never even see? Does anybody else lie awake asking this? Or am I the only one talking to the dark? [Bridge] If the stars know something, why won't they tell me? If I'm not alone, why does it feel like this? If every ending turns into a beginning, where does this one lead? If tomorrow comes, what will it ask of me? Can a broken heart rust like old steel? Can a man keep going when he doesn't know why? Is hope something you find or something you choose? Is there really a difference? [Final Chorus] Who decides which dreams stay and which ones give out? Why does the road feel longer every year? Did I become the man I hoped I'd become? Or someone I barely know? Was it enough to just keep moving? Was it enough to carry what I could? Did my loved ones know what they meant to me? Did I ever say it like I should? Will the highway remember me when I'm gone? Will the miles forget what they taught? When the night finally gives way to morning, will I still be looking for the answers? And if every question follows me forever, who will be there when the road runs out? And when the silence finally answers back, what will it say?