[NO VOCAL INTRO — LOW GUITAR PULSE, DISTANT SYNTH] [VERSE 1 — LOW, CLOSE, MELODIC] I left a mark beside the highway just to know I'd passed this way. Turned around and found it waiting twenty miles ahead that day. Every sign looked almost different, every mile felt strangely new. Still the cracks beneath the pavement formed a pattern that I knew. [PRE-CHORUS — SLIGHT LIFT] I kept moving. It kept changing. Neither one of us would leave. Then I saw my own direction pointing somewhere back at me. [CHORUS — OPEN, STRONG MELODY] I kept following the road until the road remembered me. Every turn I thought I'd chosen was already underneath my feet. I could change the destination. I could outrun what I could see. But every mile became a circle— and the road remembered me. [VERSE 2 — RHYTHMIC, BASS FORWARD] There were footprints in the gravel that were shaped a lot like mine. But they crossed where I was going before I ever crossed the line. I stopped trusting every marker. Started watching where they led. Funny how a road looks different when you're looking back instead. [PRE-CHORUS — BUILD] I kept moving. It kept waiting. Like it knew what I would choose. Maybe getting somewhere isn't quite the same as something new. [CHORUS — STRONGER] I kept following the road until the road remembered me. Every turn I thought I'd chosen was already underneath my feet. I could change the destination. I could outrun what I could see. But every mile became a circle— and the road remembered me. [BRIDGE — MUSIC DROPS, CLOSE VOCAL] What if I was never lost? What if lost was just the name I gave the distance? What if every road behind me wasn't asking me to leave— but waiting for me to notice? [SHORT INSTRUMENTAL BUILD] [FINAL CHORUS — FULL MELODY, CONTROLLED POWER] I quit following the road just to see what it would do. For the first time in forever, it had nowhere left to move. No direction. No destination. Nothing left I had to prove. Then the pavement disappeared— and I finally saw the view. [FINAL REPRISE — MUSIC PULLS BACK] All those miles I called a journey. All those turns I couldn't read. I thought I was choosing roads... Maybe roads were choosing me. [OUTRO — NEAR SILENCE] One last footprint in the gravel. Facing somewhere I can't see. I didn't follow. ... And for once... the road forgot me.
