[Constraints: no southern drawl, no country twang, neutral accent, clear and precise consonants, vocals: detached, low-toned baritone husky vocals with half-whispered intimacy—phrasing is slow, layered with melodic restraint, subtle harmonies, Every line feels like a confession wrapped in candlelight and shadow, subtle and emotional restraint, NON-DRAMATIC Delivery is intimate, layered, and dreamlike, neutral American vocals... polished production, no twang, no accent] [verse] Woke up in a bed that wasn’t mine again White coats talking soft like we’re old friends Another scar, another stitch Another round in the same ditch They say it’s rare, they say it’s tough But I’ve danced with pain when the music’s rough Felt fire in places I'm not gonna name Pushed to my limits, still I play this game [pre-chorus] Folks ask me how I keep my smile When the road’s been hell for so many miles [chorus] I say, the good Lord put me on this road 'Cause He knows I can bear this heavy load Maybe I’m the shoulder for someone’s cry Holding sorrow so their soul can stay dry It ain’t easy, but I think it’s sacred ground Every scar’s a grace that I’ve passed around I was built to carry, not to bend And I’ll keep on walking until this road ends [verse 2] Had a belly full of knives and fire Laid on tables strung up with prayer and wire Felt the ache that steals your voice And turns the quiet into noise But it ain’t a curse, and I'm not beat I’m the proof that grace has calloused feet I wear my wounds like my Sunday best Each one passed like a sacred test [pre-chorus] They ask me why I don’t complain When I’ve swallowed an ocean’s worth of pain [chorus] I say, the good Lord put me on this road 'Cause He knows I can bear this heavy load Maybe I’m the shoulder for someone’s cry Holding sorrow so their soul can stay dry It ain’t easy, but I think it’s sacred ground Every scar’s a grace that I’ve passed around I was built to carry, not to bend And I’ll keep on walking until this road ends [bridge] Some folks get the sunshine, some get the flood Some get the roses, and some get the mud But if my cross gives someone rest Then I’ll bear it proud, cause I passed His test [chorus] I say, the good Lord put me on this road 'Cause He knows I can bear this heavy load Maybe I’m the shoulder for someone’s cry Holding sorrow so their soul can stay dry It ain’t easy, but I think it’s sacred ground Every scar’s a grace that I’ve passed around I was built to carry, not to bend And I’ll keep on walking until this road ends [outro] Until this road ends Until this road ends I was built to carry, not to bend And I’ll keep on walking, ‘til this road ends
