[Verse 1] The bike is leaning by the door, Tires resting on the floor. I washed the mud from frame and chain, But something’s pulling me again. The gear is drying in the sun, Yet in my head, the ride’s not done. The coffee’s hot, the room is warm, But I’m already gone in a storm. [Chorus] Oh, I’m tracing lines on maps again, Wanderlust is calling like an old friend. Two days home and the walls feel small, I hear gravel roads, I hear them call. Got that itch for a different sky, On two wheels, I come alive. [Verse 2] The clock ticks slow on Monday noon, I dream of climbs beneath the moon. A mountain pass, a coastal breeze, Is whispering, “Come back, be free.” The couch is soft, the TV bright, But I’m chasing dawn and fading light. My legs know climbs I haven’t done, And every hill feels like a run. [Chorus] Oh, I’m tracing lines on maps again, Wanderlust is calling like an old friend. Two days home and the walls feel small, I hear gravel roads, I hear them call. Got that itch for a different sky, On two wheels, I come alive. [Bridge] Maybe home is just a place to start, A quiet beat before the next heart. Between the door and the open road, Is where my restless soul unfolds. [Chorus – Final] So I’ll trace new lines on maps again, Let wanderlust lead like a faithful friend. One week home and the walls feel small, I’ll chase those climbs, I’ll answer the call. Got that fire for a different sky, On two wheels, I come alive. [Outro] The bike is waiting by the door, I’ve been here once, I’m out once more.
