[Verse 1] I watched you pack that suitcase slow, Folded every shirt like it told you so. You said, "This town’s too small to breathe," But the road ahead just stole the air from me. The map was open on the dashboard light, You circled places you’d never been at night. Your voice was steady, but your hands shook slight, Like the weight of leaving didn’t feel quite right. [Chorus] Is there something in the miles you crave? A quiet whisper in the road’s embrace? You belong to the stars, but I still believe, That every path leads you back to me. [Verse 2] I found your record spinning slow, The one you loved when you’d dance alone. The needle skips, but the song’s still true, It hums the way I think of you. I placed your picture on the windowsill, It catches sunlight when the mornings are still. The corners fade, but the smile won’t leave, Like a stubborn dream I refuse to release. [Chorus] Is there something in the miles you crave? A quiet whisper in the road’s embrace? You belong to the stars, but I still believe, That every path leads you back to me. [Bridge] The postcards you sent, with scribbled lines, Are like bottled miles you kept in time. “Wish you were here,” but the words felt thin, Like a promise that never found its wind. I don’t need the skies to turn to gold, Just a moment that feels like we’re whole. If the road’s your home, then take your time, I’ll be right here, reading between the signs. [Chorus] Is there something in the miles you crave? A quiet whisper in the road’s embrace? You belong to the stars, but I still believe, That every path leads you back to me. [Outro] The needle spins, and the record plays, A song about love that finds its way. I’ll keep the map folded, and my heart free, For the day every path leads you back to me.