[Instrumental Intro] [Light Swing Groove] [Verse 1] I woke up late, clock said 9:12 Coffee gone cold, same busted roof The floorboard creaked like it knew my name I stood there still, let the morning fade My boots by the door wore a month of dust Phone kept buzzing, but I lost my trust All those words and plans on the screen Fell apart somewhere in between [Verse 2] I keep that old tune under my breath Half a joke and a little regret Thumb on the strings, let the wood speak out Some things sound better without a shout There's a tank half empty, change in my jeans Too much noise in the space between I hit one chord and let it ring For a moment, I don't need a thing [Bridge] No map in my pocket, no place to be Just an old six-string keeping time with me And when that chord comes back around It sounds like a man leaving this town [Outro] So I let it roll, let the last note fade Past the sink full of plates and the bills unpaid No grand goodbye, no polished plan Just me and this guitar, doing what we can
