[Verse 1] You call it odd; I call it Tuesday A paper crown on a crooked chair I take the side road past the hardware store With one bright question rattling there [Chorus] I’m fine out here on the strange edge Turning where the map runs thin You’ll find me when the road bends over I’ll be somewhere new again [Verse 2] The old ideas fit like borrowed jackets Sleeves too short, the seams pulled wide I leave them folded by the doorway And follow what I haven’t tried [Chorus] I’m fine out here on the strange edge Turning where the map runs thin You’ll find me when the road bends over I’ll be somewhere new again [Bridge] No grand reveal, no final answer Just a door I haven’t opened yet I like the little click of knowing There’s more ahead than I can guess [Outro] Keep your place; I’ll send a postcard From the next uncharted bend Glad to meet what’s waiting for me Glad the road won’t have an end
