[Intro – Thought Fragment] The air hangs heavy. Something passed through here. I can still feel it. [Verse 1] The air hangs heavy, the horizon folds, Static whispers what it never told. Spotters talking calm and clear, But I saw it shift when it came too near. Pressure dipped, the angle wrong, I stayed a second just too long. Every storm has tells you miss When you’re already in too deep. [Pre-Chorus] A pulse in the wires, a voice I know, Says move now before you lose the road. Some chase harder, some pull back, I still see the line I almost crossed. [Chorus] Stormward bound, but not the same, Something in me knows I changed. Through the dark and fractured light, I didn’t win — I just survived. Stormward bound, and still aware, Every mile says I was spared. I don’t own the sky or ground— I’m just still here. Stormward bound. [Verse 2] Spotters marked what I couldn’t see, Guided hands that weren’t just me. A voice cut through the wind and rain, Said it’s lifting — move again. That call bought seconds, nothing more, Enough to find another door. I don’t thank fate, I don’t pretend— I log it, learn, and breathe again. [Bridge – Near Miss] Engines screaming, road went thin, The sky folded back on itself again. Sirens blurred with my own breath, That wasn’t bravery — that was luck. The vortex veered. Or I did. Either way, I wasn’t done. [Verse 3] Wheels cut deep through soaked-out ground, Lightning froze the world around. I felt it pull, I felt it slide, That moment where you choose a side. A name went quiet on the line, Came back later — still alive. Not everyone gets that call— That’s the part that stays with you. [Bridge – Data vs Memory] The data stands when stories fade, Numbers don’t lie — they just replay. Every warning carved from this Is built on moments just like it. [Final Chorus] Stormward bound, still knowing when To leave before it turns again. If I miss it, I miss it clean— That’s not fear, that’s discipline. Stormward bound, but not blind, Escape already in my mind. The sky can keep what it allows— I’m still here. Stormward bound. [Outro] The storm will come again. I’ll be ready. Or I won’t. Either way… I’ll be listening.
