Intro (soft, observational) He said he wasn’t lost… Just walking where the road forgot itself. Section 1 There’s a man upon the hillside Counting clouds that won’t agree, Every answer turns to question When it lands too close to me. He’s got a map with missing corners, Folded wrong a thousand times, Every road just leads to somewhere That he almost recognises. Lift Moving on… without a plan, Half a fool and half a man, If the world won’t understand… He’ll just walk it while he can. Section 2 He flipped a thought like it was breakfast, Watched it land the other side, Said, “The truth don’t always settle Where you think it ought to lie.” There’s a dog that barks at shadows, Like it knows what’s coming next, But the pilgrim only smiles At the parts we leave unexpressed. Drift (instrumental space) (soft mellotron + reversed guitar textures) Section 3 There’s a village made of echoes Just beyond the turning lane, Where the people speak in riddles And forget your given name. He don’t stay there long for answers, Doesn’t chase what won’t be found, Just leaves footprints in the maybe Of a half-remembered ground. Bridge (soft, reflective) He said, “The hill don’t make you wiser, It just shows you what you see, And the sky don’t owe you meaning… It just gives you space to be.” “And if I look a little sideways, Like I’m missing half the view… Maybe I’m just seeing something That ain’t meant for all of you.” Final Lift (harmonies) Moving on… through the day, Let the strange just have its say, If it bends along the way… Maybe that’s the only way. Outro (soft fade) He said he wasn’t lost… Just walking where the road… forgot… itself…
