[Intro] (Piano slams on the downbeat. Sharp, syncopated drum groove.) [Verse 1] I’ve been driving ten hours on a tank of bad air Chasing a feeling that was never really there. They call it a "win" if you reach the end of the day, But the end of the day just takes the light away. I convinced myself I’d be happy when I arrived, But I’m just tired and the engine’s barely survived. There’s no prize at the stop sign, no hand to shake, Just a quiet realization of a twenty-year mistake. [Chorus] (Brass sections hits hard) You don’t catch the sun, you just run out of road. You don’t find happiness, you just carry the load. Is it better to change how you feel about the lack? Or is it better to stop and just head on back? Turn it around. Find something that doesn't move. [Verse 2] (Driving rhythm continues) Turning around feels like admitting I’m wrong, Like I wasted the lyrics to a forty-year song. But the "new sun" isn't a dream or a light in the sky, It’s the house, and the bills, and the "how" and the "why." It’s the work in the shop and the grease on the floor, The things that stay put when you walk through the door. I’m done with the chasing, the "almost," and the "soon," I’d rather have the dirt than a reach for the moon. [Bridge] (Music drops to rhythmic handclaps and a gritty slide guitar solo) [Chorus] You don’t catch the sun, you just run out of road. You don’t find happiness, you just carry the load. Is it better to change how you feel about the lack? Or is it better to stop and just head on back? [Outro] (Sudden silence) Stop the car. Kill the lights. Look at what’s actually there. Finally. [Final sharp brass chord]
