[Verse 1] We all got headlights and a reason to move. Somebody’s crawling in the left lane like time owes them proof. Somebody else cuts in with a bumper kiss, then acts surprised when the whole world flinches. I keep both hands steady. I keep my tongue behind my teeth. ‘Cause the road don’t care who thinks they’re right. The road just keeps its receipt. [Refrain] On the highway to Zion through Babylon, I learn to let them pass. I learn to let them on. On the highway to Zion through Babylon, I keep my heart in gear. I keep my fear gone. [Verse 2] There’s a man in a silver sedan doing ninety with a prayer, then braking hard for shadows only he can swear are there. There’s a mother in a minivan with a child in the back and a coffee cup shaking every time the lanes all stack. There’s a kid in a pickup with a face full of dare, flicking blame like ash through the thinning air. And me? I’ve been all of them. I’ve missed my exits too. I’ve turned a simple lane change into something cruel. [Pre-Chorus] So I breathe when they swerve. I breathe when they stall. [Chorus] Patience in the metal. Grace in the rain. Empathy at sixty-five when I could choose the blame. Patience in the metal. Grace in the rain. We’re all just trying to get home again. [Verse 3] I used to think mercy meant somebody else was weak. Now I know it’s a muscle that shakes before it speaks. Now I know the narrow road is crowded all the same. Every mirror holds a lesson with a different name. If your wheel goes crooked, I won’t curse your hands. I know how fear can tighten like a chain around a man. If your signal’s late, if your anger leaks, I can give you room without losing my peace. [Refrain] On the highway to Zion through Babylon, I learn to let them pass. I learn to let them on. On the highway to Zion through Babylon, I keep my heart in gear. I keep my fear gone. [Bridge] [soft dissonance] Maybe everybody’s driving with a wound under the hood. Maybe every quick decision comes from trying to feel good. Maybe Babylon is just what we call each other first. Then we learn to make a little room and let the tension burst. [Final Chorus] Patience in the metal. Grace in the rain. Empathy at sixty-five when I could choose the blame. Patience in the metal. Grace in the rain. We’re all just trying to get home again. We’re all just trying to get home again.
