[Intro, Acoustic strum, Harmonica accent, banjo] [Verse 1, Narrative pace, Twangy guitar] She traced her name on the fogged-up windowpane Said she liked the way the letters looked before the rain I asked if she was leaving, she just laughed and said, “Every town’s the same when it gets dark again.” [Verse 1, Narrative pace, Twangy guitar] She loved old churches when the doors were open wide Said the silence in the rafters was the place where she could hide I called her an angel, but she just shook her head Said, “It ain’t heaven, babe, it’s just a place to rest instead.” [Pre-Chorus, Rising drive] And I keep chasing that moment Like a song I can’t undo I’d already found my Mona Lisa When the world was pointing to you [Chorus] I keep running past the bus stop benches Past the graveyard gates and the backyard fences Past the corner store with the neon blue Every road I take just bends to you [Verse 2] She cut her hair with a kitchen knife clean Left it on the counter like a half-read dream Didn’t leave a reason, didn’t leave a plan Just a Polaroid picture of her holding my hand [Bridge, Tempo slows, Haunting vocals] She’s a ghost in a crowd, she’s a hymn half-sung Like a stained-glass window when the light comes undone Every echo bends, but the truth stays clear She’s too far above, and I’m stuck down here [Chorus] I keep running past the bus stop benches Past the graveyard gates and the backyard fences Past the corner store with the neon blue Every road I take just bends to you
