I've been the calm in other people's hurricanes Holding their ceilings up while my own roof shakes Learned how to smile right on cue, keep my hands steady, keep my stories clean But the truth keeps knocking somewhere underneath My phone won't stop, my name won't rest I've worn my strength like a bulletproof vest And every city sound turns into a choir Some days I'm tired of being my own fire So I leave the noise behind And follow fading headlights Toward a place I can't explain but somehow know So I walk out quiet, no speech, no scene Just headlights cutting through the in-between And if you're still listening past the noise I've made Meet me where the road becomes a glade Meet me where the road becomes a glade Meet me where the road becomes a glade Where the road becomes a glade Up the hill where the air tastes clean Past old billboards and borrowed dreams An ancient overlook of stone and sky Where even my demons forget to try I drop the mask, let the silence talk Watch my pride fall off like wet chalk Every 'I'm fine' I ever rehearsed Turns into dust when I speak first Some things heal slowly like rivers after rain Some truths arrive softly without a need to explain So I walk out quiet, no speech, no scene Just headlights cutting through the in-between And if you're still listening past the noise I've made Meet me where the road becomes a glade Meet me where the road becomes a glade Meet me where the road becomes a glade Maybe peace was never thunder Maybe grace was never loud Maybe hope survives in whispers When the world gets lost in crowds Maybe strength isn't a fortress Maybe faith is simply staying One more step into the darkness Trusting light is on its way Meet me where the road becomes a glade Meet me where the road becomes a glade Where tired hearts can breathe again Meet me where the road becomes a glade
