The alarm clock clicks, the quiet shadows lift, sunlight cutting clean across the floor. All the heavy bags you packed from last year’s race you can leave them right beside the door. Every stumble that you took along the way, every line you wished you could erase, it all brought you here, standing on your feet, steady in this open, honest space. (Chorus) Yesterday is written, let it keep its peace it did its job, it led you to this light. Tomorrow is a canvas nobody has seen, waiting past the edge of morning flight. Right now the world is waking up brand new, a clear horizon offering its hand. This minute is the prize, the open road, right here where you stand. (Verse 2) No use trying to outrun the afternoon, wondering what the evening's gonna bring. The best parts of the journey aren't arranged, they're the sudden notes you never planned to sing. There’s fresh air moving in the open trees, the wheels are turning, ready for the roll; the best kind of wild is not knowing yet where the current wants to take your soul. (Chorus) Yesterday is written, let it keep its peace— it did its job, it led you to this light. Tomorrow is a canvas nobody has seen, waiting past the edge of morning flight. Right now the world is waking up brand new, a clear horizon offering its hand. This minute is the prize, the open road, right here where you stand. (Bridge) It’s the rhythm of the engine, the cold rush on your skin, not looking back to wonder, just leaning forward in. The history is done, the mystery is wide, and you’ve got everything to gain by taking in the ride. (Outro) The slate is clear. The road is open wide. Take the breath, feel the sun— you've already arrived. Here it is. Run with it.
