(Verse 1) I didn’t wake up with a master plan, Just a note that said “begin where you stand.” Shoes untied, coffee still warm, Half a sentence scribbled on my arm. The mirror asked me what I knew, I said, “Enough to start, not enough to prove.” If I wait for the perfect day, I’ll still be waiting anyway. (Pre-Chorus) I don’t need the whole road drawn straight, I just need my feet to cooperate. (Chorus) I’ll fix it on the way, Let the corners show me what to say. If it bends, if it sways, that’s fine— Some things only work in real time. I’m not lost, I’m not late, I’m just moving at a human pace. I don’t need it clean today— I’ll fix it on the way. (Verse 2) Every draft feels brave for a minute, Then the doubt tries moving in with it. But I’ve learned that doubt’s just noise, Not a stop sign, more like static voice. I adjust the line while crossing streets, Change the rhythm while I’m on my feet. The plan keeps changing shape somehow, But it’s clearer every step from now. (Pre-Chorus 2) Perfection never shows up first, But motion knows what matters most. (Chorus) I’ll fix it on the way, Let the road teach me what to say. If it’s rough, if it frays, that’s fine— Some ideas need a little time. I’m not rushing, I’m not late, I’m just trusting where I place my weight. I don’t need it sealed today— I’ll fix it on the way. (Bridge) I used to think care meant standing still, Holding my breath, waiting for the skill. Turns out care can walk and think, Make a mess, then tighten the link. I don’t break things by trying them out, I learn what holds by letting them wobble a bit. (Final Chorus) Yeah, I’ll fix it on the way, Let the movement earn its say. If it’s light, if it stays, that’s fine— I’m not racing against time. I’ve got hands, I’ve got faith, I’ve got room to iterate. I don’t need it done today— I’m fixing it on the way. (Outro) Still moving. Still learning. Still mine.
