First appointment vanished with the morning light, Left an empty page staring back that night. Two fingers of bourbon before the day got old, Trying to warm up a heart running cold. Old advice books fading on the shelf, Full of promises from a younger self. I built my castles out of stubborn hands, Watched the wind rewrite my plans. Somewhere the dreamers are calling out loud, Chasing silver through a restless crowd. I’m raising a glass to the roads I lost, To every lesson and every cost. Here’s to today’s spectacular collapse, All the pieces scattered across the path. If this old ship decides to sink beneath the waves, I’ll sing through the storm like a man who stayed. Pour another ounce of stubborn pride, For every battle I carried inside. Tomorrow can bring those perfect invitations, Today’s got a heart full of complications. That message came with a quiet goodbye, Another door closing under a painted sky. I put on my best and faced the day, Even when the ground started giving way. The pressure rose and the plans fell apart, Still couldn’t steal the fire from my heart. Dreams showed up with a tired face, I gave them room, I gave them space. The universe laughed and shook the floor, Then came knocking at another door. I grabbed the pieces before they disappeared, Found a little courage buried under fear. Here’s to today’s spectacular collapse, All the pieces scattered across the path. If this old ship decides to sink beneath the waves, I’ll sing through the storm like a man who stayed. Pour another ounce of stubborn pride, For every battle I carried inside. Tomorrow can bring those perfect invitations, Today’s got a heart full of complications. Let the world spin fast, let the thunder roll, I’m still holding onto this restless soul. Every mile that tried to break my stride, Left another story I carry inside. Grace shows up in the scars that I carry inside, Every hard road leaves a reason to rise. There’s a song in the wreckage, a rhythm in the rain, A little more strength hiding inside the pain. Here’s to today’s spectacular collapse, The kind of storm that reveals what lasts. If the walls come down and the road disappears, I’ll walk through the ashes carrying what’s real. Pour another ounce of stubborn pride, Raise it high for the changing tide. Tomorrow can keep those perfect invitations, I’m writing my own new destination.
