[Intro] Whoa-oh, wheels on the pavement! [Verse 1] Seventeen with a borrowed board, Blue nail polish, a bedroom chord, Your world was spinning down the line, You met somebody and said, “This one is mine.” Bus-stop laughter, a scraped-up knee, Cheap red soda, you and me, No map, no proof, no warning sign, Just a little voice saying, “This one is true.” [Pre-Chorus] We didn’t need permission, We didn’t need a plan, We thought the whole wide future Would fit inside our hands. [Chorus] This one is true, this one is true, I felt it in the way the whole sky turned blue, This one is true, what else could I do? I ran with my heart and it carried me through. Whoa-oh, carrying me through! [Verse 2] Now I’m thirty, the years flew by, I look up through a window at a washed-out sky, Still searching for answers, still asking why, With a half-read book and a long goodbye. Everybody’s slowing down, settling in, Trading big dreams for a quieter spin, I face the mirror, say, “Not yet, not me,” There’s a spark in my eyes that refuses to leave. [Pre-Chorus] They say, “Be sensible,” They say, “Take your time,” But I hear that old board clattering Down the back of my mind. [Chorus] This one is true, this one is true, I felt it in the way the whole sky turned blue, This one is true, what else could I do? I ran with my heart and it carried me through. Whoa-oh, carrying me through! [Bridge] Fifty-something, finally looking up, No waiting in line, no empty paper cup, I didn’t sell my soul for a dime, I kept every wild little piece of mine. Happy and free, let the whole room see, Everybody’s looking, but they’re looking at me. [Breakdown] Not ready! Not sorry! Still got a story! Not ready! Not sorry! Still got a story! [Final Chorus] This one is true, this one is true, I felt it in the way the whole sky turned blue, This one is true, and I finally knew The girl in the mirror was waiting there too. This one is true, this one is me, Happy and free as I’ll ever be, This one is true, let the whole world see, Everybody’s looking, and they’re looking at me! [Outro] Whoa-oh, wheels on the pavement, Whoa-oh, still wide awake, Whoa-oh, no line, no payment, I kept the life I came to make.
