[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar, no percussion, breath before first line] [Verse 1] [breathy, close-mic vocal] I've been counting ceilings, counting walls Counting all the places I don't belong [soft hum] [Verse 2] [vocal opens slightly, guitar picking pattern deepens] There's a pull behind the noise of everything I own Past the traffic and the static and the glow of phones Somewhere the woods remember what my feet forgot A path that doesn't care about the things I'm not So I'm leaving what they built for something wild [Chorus] [full vocal, second acoustic guitar layer enters, warm and open] Trading concrete for the mountain's silent choir Where the wild things roam I finally exhale Where the rivers run untamed And the sky prevails Barefoot on the truth that You laid out like a trail This is who I am And I'm not for sale Where the wild things roam [Verse 3] [stripped back to single guitar, hushed] I used to need the world to tell me who I was But who I am don't need their applause The pines don't perform, they just stand and let You lead That's the kind of trust I'm learning to believe So I'm leaving what they built for something wild [Chorus] [layered harmonies, guitars swell] Trading concrete for the mountain's silent choir Where the wild things roam I finally exhale Where the rivers run untamed And the sky prevails Barefoot on the truth that You laid out like a trail This is who I am And I'm not for sale Where the wild things roam [Bridge] [voice rises alone, guitar drops out almost entirely] I chased a hundred sunsets thinking one would set me free Turns out the light I needed always lived inside of me Nothing left to carry, nothing left to hold Just this open field and the peace I finally own Where the wild things roam [Chorus] [fullest moment, stacked vocal harmonies, guitars ringing open] Maybe simple was the answer all along Maybe wild was never lost, just an unwritten song Maybe grace looks like a canyon wide enough to hold every version of me Where the wild things roam I finally exhale Where the rivers run untamed And the sky prevails Barefoot on the truth that You laid out like a trail This is who I am And I'm not for sale Where the wild things roam (Oh-oh-oh) Where the wild things roam Finally home [Outro] [single acoustic guitar, fading, last hum trailing off]
