[Intro] Rails hum low, mile signs blur. [Verse 1] Every soul’s the landlord of four worn walls, home’s the place that knows your faults. Keep your eyes open, listen more than speak— that’s how you hold your little peace. [Interlude] [Verse 2] The happy kind linger by their doors, coffee steam and swept-up floors. A hearth beats warmer than foreign skies— change your mind, not latitudes. [Pre-Chorus] What others get away with doesn’t mean it’s meant for you. [Chorus] I’m rolling south to outrun half-baked counsel, billboards glitter, truth don’t have to. Not every shine is anything precious— learn to tell the road from the lure. [Post-Chorus] Chasing the maybe, you drop the sure. [Solo – 8 bars, lyrical phrasing, tone > speed] [Bridge] Let gossip talk till it gets tired; meet fools’ curses calm and quiet. Keep your head when gravel flies— steady hands, steady eyes. [Pre-Chorus] What others get away with doesn’t mean it’s meant for you. [Chorus] I’m rolling south to outrun half-baked counsel, billboards glitter, truth don’t have to. Not every shine is anything precious— learn to tell the road from the lure. [Post-Chorus] Chasing the maybe, you drop the sure. [Outro – unison tag] Southbound miles, clear my view— home is true when I’m true too.
