[Verse 1] I kept a list of where I thought I’d be A checked-off life, a quiet kind of peace But every road bent somewhere I hadn’t planned And left a little more of me in someone’s hands [Pre-Chorus] Maybe the answer isn’t waiting at the end Maybe it’s the names we learn, the ways we bend [Chorus] Is it feeling full, or reaching for the feeling? Is the open road the part that makes it real? All the miles, the meals, the rooms we’ve shared Turn to stories someone carries when we’re not there [Verse 2] Your laugh in that old kitchen, rain against the pane The ride back home when nobody explained I thought I’d lose those hours to the passing years Now they’re what I keep, and what I leave right here [Bridge] If I never find the perfect place to land Let the journey leave a mark in someone’s hands [Final Chorus] Is it feeling full, or reaching for the feeling? Is the open road the part that makes it real? All the miles, the meals, the rooms we’ve shared Turn to stories someone carries when we’re not there [Outro] Maybe seeking was the life we had to give Maybe in each other, we keep living
