[Intro] [Male Vocal] [Acoustic guitar, upright bass, foot-stomp] [Verse 1] The map is spread across the table, Coffee steam and compass glow. I trace the backroads, faint and stable, Where only gravel whispers go. [Pre-Chorus] My heart beats like a drumroll, steady, For miles I haven't rolled yet. The route is rough, but I'm ready— It's time to set off again, I know. [Chorus] It's time to set off again, my friend, With handlebars and open sky. I'm drawing lines that never end, Through valleys where the old pines lie. Planning every turn and bend, That's half the joy before we fly— It's time to set off again. [Verse 2] I bookmark ferries, tiny pensions, Safe yards where bikes can rest at night. I weigh my gear and check extensions, Pack light, but bring the headlamp bright. [Pre-Chorus] The forecast shifts, the clouds are talking, But I've got backups, two or three. The world is wide, the road is calling— It's time to set off again, you'll see. [Chorus] It's time to set off again, my friend, With handlebars and open sky. I'm drawing lines that never end, Through valleys where the old pines lie. Planning every turn and bend, That's half the joy before we fly— It's time to set off again. [Bridge] [Shanty feel, group stomp, tambourine] Oh, roll the miles beneath my wheels, Oh, let the compass spin. The best part isn't just the hills— It's dreaming where to begin. [Chorus – final, bigger] It's time to set off again, my friend, With handlebars and open sky. I'm drawing lines that never end, Through valleys where the old pines lie. Planning every turn and bend, That's half the joy before we fly— It's time to set off again. [Outro] [Fade out, foot-stomp, acoustic guitar]
