[Verse 1] I pour the coffee black at six My breath still hangs above the cup I've got a list of things to fix My back will ache before sunup [Pre-Chorus | handclaps, chopped choir] My hands still shake a little The doubt is mostly gone I don't need the whole map Just this place I'm on [Chorus | full band, gospel stacks] Still got dirt beneath these boots Still got the callus on my hands Every day I get today, And I'm finding my way And I'm finding my way. [Verse 2] I hang your coat back on the rail I fold your shirt again tonight I set the clock in case I fail And hope this time, that I'm still right [Pre-Chorus | handclaps, chopped choir, layering: vocal] My hands don't shake as much The doubt is finally gone I don't need the whole map Just this place I'm on [Chorus | anthemic, stacked harmonies] Still got dirt beneath these boots Still got the callus on my hands Every day I get today, And I'm finding my way. [Bridge | acoustic guitar] I kept the note I wasn't sending Folded twice inside the drawer I never mailed it, never tried. Not Today. Not Today. [tension-release: sustained chord holds under the last line, then resolves into the final chorus] [Final Chorus | bigger drums, gang vocals on hook, reversed swells] Still got dirt beneath these boots Still got the callus on my hands Every day I get today, And I'm finding my way. [Outro] Every day I get today, Every day I get today. And I'm finding my way. Finding my way. Finding my way. Finding my way. Finding my way.