[Verse 1] You set the beacon facing uphill, Its lens turned from the harbor’s seam. It combs the pines, picks out the ridges, And marks a path no chart had seen. [Pre-Chorus] I kept apologizing For the compass in my chest. [Chorus] I’m not a broken signal— I’m a different kind of guide. Where the beam falls, roads unfold; There are valleys past the tide. I can carry every crooked part And still choose where I go. That light was never lost at all— It found a world below. [Verse 2] The tower’s stairs lean toward the timber, The map is damp beneath my hand. I leave my rust upon the railing; It’s proof I made it up the land. [Pre-Chorus] No need to turn the lantern Just to fit the old design. [Chorus] I’m not a broken signal— I’m a different kind of guide. Where the beam falls, roads unfold; There are valleys past the tide. I can carry every crooked part And still choose where I go. That light was never lost at all— It found a world below. [Outro] The morning finds the inland trail. I walk it as I am.
