[Verse 1] He wakes to a house where the quiet has grown, In a bed too wide, in a life overthrown. The coffee still drips for the ghosts of two, But only one shadow falls in morning's hue. [Verse 2] He lost her not to time, not to slow decay, But in a moment that stole the light of day. No long goodbye, no final word to keep, Just silence where her laughter used to sleep. [Chorus] She was the map when the roads ran strange, The steady North when the world would change. Her hand in his was a healing balm, A harbor held through every storm. [Verse 3] And now the map is ash within his hand, He stands alone in a foreign land. The kitchen chair where she used to sit, Is empty now, and he stares at it. [Verse 4] He walks the halls that they once called home, And every corner says she’s gone. The photographs still smile from the wall, He hears her name, but hears no call. [Chorus] She was the map when the roads ran strange, The steady North when the world would change. Her hand in his was a healing balm, A harbor held through every storm. [Verse 5] They tell him time will mend the tear, They tell him grief will disappear. But they have not slept where his sorrow lies, Awake at 3 a.m. with hollow eyes. [Verse 6] He cannot find the man he used to be, That man died with her, by that same tree Of choices that no love could bind, Of battles raging in her mind. [Bridge] He does not blame her, God knows he tried, To hold the tide when the darkness cried. He loved her more than words can say, And love remains when she’s away. [Verse 7] He talks to her when the evening's deep, In whispered prayers he cannot keep. “Where did you go? Where am I now? I’m lost without you anyhow.” [Verse 8] The world moves on, it spins so fast, While he is tethered to the past. He wears her sweater to feel her near, To catch a scent that’s still so dear. [Chorus] Oh, he is lost, profoundly lost, Counting the terrible, endless cost. Not just a wife, but a future too, The life they planned, the dreams they drew. [Outro] If you know this ache, this empty night, Where love and loss refuse alight — Know that being lost does not mean gone, That love still holds you, though she’s withdrawn. He is not broken, just bent in pain, A man out walking in the rain. And somewhere through that clouded blue, A part of her still walks him through.
