[Intro] Morning light sneakin' through the blinds, Coffee ain't ready, but apparently my mind Already got a hard hat, already on the clock, Moving little thoughts around the construction block. Yeah... Cool Chris. Another morning inside this strange little miracle. [Verse 1] Woke up with a road that wasn't there yesterday, Some little thought must've worked the night away. Brain laying pavement while I'm catching my sleep, Turning old memories into something I can keep. Funny how a Tuesday can rearrange your head, Something somebody said, something somebody never said. One tiny moment gets a shovel and a crew, Next thing you know there's a highway running through. I've got backroads built from mistakes I made, Couple dead ends where I probably should've prayed. Some beautiful streets I didn't know were being drawn, Until I woke up different on an ordinary dawn. [Chorus] My brain is still building roads, Still finding places I ain't been before. Some lead high, some lead low, Some say stop, some say go. Every morning, something new, Another little pathway breaking through. I'm not finished, Lord knows, My brain is still building roads. [Verse 2] I used to think grown meant construction was done, Concrete dry, blueprint filed, welcome to someone. But fifty ain't a finish line drawn across the mind, I'm still moving furniture around inside. Still changing my opinion when the truth walks in, Still learning where I end and where You begin. Still catching myself taking that familiar turn, Then putting up a detour sign: "Maybe today we learn." That's the beautiful part nobody told me about, You can get older without running out Of questions, wonder, places left to roam, Sometimes the longest road is the one that takes you home. [Chorus] My brain is still building roads, Still finding places I ain't been before. Some lead high, some lead low, Some say stop, some say go. Every morning, something new, Another little pathway breaking through. I'm not finished, Lord knows, My brain is still building roads. [Lo-Fi Breakdown] Maybe every thought is a footprint. Maybe every choice wears the grass down. Walk it enough, pretty soon you've got a trail. So I gotta ask myself... Where am I walking today? [Verse 3] I can pave a lane toward anger if I travel it enough, Build a six-lane freeway out of complaining about stuff. Or I can cut a little trail toward patience and grace, Walk it every morning till it knows my face. Maybe prayer is putting footprints somewhere new, Maybe faith is taking roads without the whole map in view. Maybe God ain't asking me to understand the miles, Just keep my eyes on Him and keep becoming all the while. So here's to the neurons firing underneath this skin, Here's to fifty years behind me and still beginning again. Here's to waking up tomorrow with another chance to grow, 'Cause apparently this brain of mine still has somewhere left to go. [Final Chorus] My brain is still building roads, Grace keeps showing me where they go. Through the old, into the new, Every mile revealing something true. Every morning, something grows, Even when I don't know where it goes. Thank God I'm not finished, Lord knows... My brain is still building roads. [Outro] So if you catch me staring off like I forgot what I was doing... Give me a second. Construction. Cool Chris. Still under development. And I'm starting to think that's the good part.
