[Verse 1] The suitcase stands half-open again, my bike leans by the door. The highway calls in countless voices, but something keeps me shore. My jacket smells of rain and dust, my boots of gravel roads — yet still I close the front door soft, where quiet lamplight glows. [Chorus] Between the road and homecoming, between leaving and staying put. The world pulls me into its vastness, while home holds my root. Every path leads me onward, every step pulls me back — this eternal contradiction is the only truth I track. [Verse 2] I've seen mountains rise through morning mist, crossed rivers wide and deep. Slept in small guesthouses quietly, where weary travelers sleep. But evenings, when the lamp casts a warm and golden ring, I know: this is my anchor, here time forgets to sting. [Chorus] Between the road and homecoming, between leaving and staying put. The world pulls me into its vastness, while home holds my root. Every path leads me onward, every step pulls me back — this eternal contradiction is the only truth I track. [Bridge] Maybe home is not a place, no dot upon a map. Maybe it's the knowing that I'll close the same old gap — that I'll leave and I'll return, like tides upon the sand, carrying both horizons in the palm of my hand. [Verse 3] My route is drawn to Finland's edge, the ferry booked and paid. But in the drawer a letter waits, in silence, unopened, laid. For traveling means fleeing, and staying means being true — I carry both inside my pack, and let the question through. [Chorus] Between the road and homecoming, between leaving and staying put. The world pulls me into its vastness, while home holds my root. Every path leads me onward, every step pulls me back — this eternal contradiction is the only truth I track. [Outro] The suitcase stays half-open still, my bike against the wall. I sit within the lamplight's glow — and dream of distant call.
