[Intro – sparse acoustic guitar] [Verse 1 – intimate] Mama claimed that one lane road held the only grip But those well worn boots always seemed to slip They handed over the directions, ink still wet and thick Leaving out some parts… sets my pulse into a twitch I’ve been labeled "stray," a thorn within the plan The stubborn rusted bolt that won't turn in the wrench’s hand But the glass reflects an outline that finally fits the frame Quietly reclaiming this man without a name [Chorus – wider instrumentation] I’ll walk my road, wherever it bends Truth ain’t something they can lend Every soul’s a different light Burn it bright against the night [Verse 2 – steady build] I’ve witnessed the prayers in countless other dialects Watching how the yearning hits the glass and then reflects Every soul drums out a cadence, a messy, holy noise That friction in our difference gives the world its poise There’s a universal wisdom found in sitting still to hear A stranger’s logic slowly makes the murky clear Every aura’s a jagged spark, a singular spiritual light Burning up the darkness in the middle of the night [Chorus] I’ll walk my road, wherever it bends Truth ain’t something they can lend Every soul’s a different light Burn it bright against the night [Bridge – darker, tense] They’ll offer up a journal full of ancient laws Expect you to ignore their truly glaring flaws But a manufactured truth is a life you can’t afford to pay If it keeps the spirit tethered while the senses rot away So question those who lead, kick the dust against the seat Every tyrant’s just a frame wearing a suit of gold and deceit Ask for the truths they keep muffled in the back of the room Before the silence turns into your custom-tailored tomb [Verse 4 – reflective lift building tension] The ways of our fathers start to fray around the hem What was gospel for the elders is a riddle now, for them The current creates a canyon where a meadow used to sprawl It’s a fool who builds a fortress there, thinks it will never fall I’m traveling with a small pack, keeping plenty of space to pivot If the universe keeps moving, I’ll do my best to live it The only constant theme is the shifting of the tides Better learn to surf than finding a place to hide [Outro – expansive then slowly fading] So drink in the horizon, let the sunrise burn your eyes Dance with that devil if it’s wearing a disguise The world’s too vast for quiet steps, too loud for muted lungs Singing out the secrets in a thousand different tongues Fill your path in hearty laughs and the rumbles from the storm Love as if the calendar was never even born If there’s oxygen in the lungs, keep that engine running hot Chasing every honest tremor that the legalists forgot There’s time… enough
