[Verse 1 - hushed, cracked and pleading, intimate, sparse piano only] Dust on my boots from a road I don't remember leaving Streetlights count the miles I can't explain Somewhere back there I stopped reading the signs Now every exit sounds the same [Pre-Chorus - voice tightening, tension building, organ swell entering underneath] I keep asking why, keep asking how Keep telling myself I'll figure it out somehow [Chorus - full-throated belting, Hammond organ, driving gospel piano, tambourine and foot-stomp rhythm kick in, choir enters answering each line] I'm finding my way back Through the static and the noise in my head Every wrong turn led me here instead I'm finding my way back To the road I lost when I stopped looking up Cracked, but I ain't giving up I'm finding my way back [Verse 2 - pulls back to cracked/pleading again, choir drops out, just piano and light organ] Used to know these hills by the shape of the sunset Now I second-guess every step that I take Doubt's a hitchhiker riding shotgun Telling me I took a road I can't retrace [Pre-Chorus - rebuilding, choir starts humming low underneath] But I keep asking why, keep asking how I'm done running from the questions now [Chorus - full band back in, belting, choir answering, tambourine/stomp locked in] I'm finding my way back Through the static and the noise in my head Every wrong turn led me here instead I'm finding my way back To the road I lost when I stopped looking up Cracked, but I ain't giving up I'm finding my way back [Bridge - organ swells, tempo opens up, half-spoken/half-sung, raw and unguarded, choir silent] Maybe I was never lost Maybe I just needed the dark To learn what the light was for Maybe the doubt was part of the map all along [Build - shouted ad-libs and testifying runs begin, horns entering, choir swelling underneath, tension climbing into final chorus] [Final Chorus - explosive full-choir climax, horn section in full, call-and-response between lead and choir, reverb-drenched ad-libs, tambourine/stomp/organ all in] I'm finding my way back (way back) Through the static and the noise in my head (in my head) Every wrong turn led me here instead (led me here) I'm finding my way back (I'm coming home) To the road I lost when I stopped looking up Cracked, but I ain't giving up I'm finding — I'm finding — my way back [Outro - dynamics stay lifted, no fade to quiet, choir and organ ring out to a full, unresolved-but-triumphant finish] Dust on my boots, but I know this road now I know this road now
