[Verse 1] I tried the Carolina house, the quiet street, the extra rooms Coffee by the kitchen window, working through the afternoons I thought that if I stayed there long enough, it might feel right But some places fit you on paper, and still don't fit your life [Pre-Chorus] Five days staring at a screen, the weeks all looked the same I missed the roads that climbed the hills, the dry air and the rain And somewhere in those quiet months, beneath what we went through I started understanding what I needed wasn't new [Chorus] I still miss the small things we were good at doing right Your book left open on the sofa, the cats asleep at night But I’m finding my own rhythm where the foothills meet the plain A little more of me comes back with every ordinary day I hope your harbor town is gentle when the winter settles in We can miss what we had and still be glad for where we’ve been [Verse 2] Now the hiking boots are by the door, the Jeep is full of dust There's camping gear out in the back like somewhere's calling us I know which roads turn golden when the evening starts to fall And I'm remembering the version of myself I missed through it all [Pre-Chorus] I don't count the miles between us like they're something to undo There are lives we couldn't grow into, no matter what we'd choose I don't need to dress the ending up as something it was not It mattered, and it changed me, and I'm thankful for a lot [Chorus] I still miss the small things we were good at doing right Your book left open on the sofa, the cats asleep at night But I’m finding my own rhythm where the foothills meet the plain A little more of me comes back with every ordinary day I hope your harbor town is gentle when the winter settles in We can miss what we had and still be glad for where we’ve been [Bridge] You’ve got the harbor mornings and the coastline you call home I’ve got desert mornings, mountain roads, and somewhere left to go No promise that the miles will make the memories disappear Just room enough to wish you well and let the road be clear [Final Chorus] I still miss the small things, and I won’t pretend I don’t The cats curled in the laundry, your laugh from down the hall But I’m finding my own rhythm, and I’m learning where I fit Not chasing something perfect, just a life that feels like it I hope your northern town is gentle, and your days feel like your own We can love the time we shared without needing to go home [Outro] There's coffee in the cup holder, morning breaking through the dawn The mountains in the distance— and I carry on
