[Intro] (stripped, fingerpicked guitar + ambient road noise)

Nissan Rogue in the left lane…

A little slow for my taste.

Too much time remains -

Among the miles I still face

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[Verse 1]

Exit signs and empty lots -

Everywhere I go, I get lost.

Billboards selling bigger dreams,

I can’t find one that fits me.

Some land we talked about -

sits in a stranger’s name.

You were building something honest,

I was planning escape.

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[Pre-Chorus] (light percussion enters)

You were steady like a Sunday.

I was drifting like the wind.

Every time you got close,

I found a road again.

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[Chorus] (full band lift, subtle ska upstroke guitar tucked in)

Coming home ain’t easy -

When the road’s all you know

My heart drives reckless,

Leaves you standing on your own.

You kept pulling me to something -

I kept letting go too soon.

You were love I didn’t lean on,

Now I’m driving on my own.

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[Verse 2]

Our song’s playing through the speakers.

Static sleeping in your seat.

Every turn I take,

Still can’t escape from me.

You were grace without conditions -

I was border-lines and doubt.

You were knocking at my door -

I kept taking the easy out.

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[Pre-Chorus]

You saw something I couldn’t…

Or maybe wouldn’t see.

Every mile I put behind me,

Still brings you back to me.

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[Chorus]

Coming home ain’t easy -

When the road’s all you know

My heart drives reckless,

Leaves you standing on your own.

You kept pulling me to something -

I kept letting go too soon.

You were love I didn’t lean on,

Now I’m driving on my own.

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[Verse 3] (pull back musically — more exposed vocal)

Nobody ever tells you -

How quiet regret can get.

It don’t scream like a warning,

Just lingers in your chest.

I don’t smoke in here -

But if I did I would,

Light up a cigarette,

And smoke until my mind forgets.

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[Bridge] (emotional + spiritual ambiguity — this is your punch)

Was it you or something holy -

Calling me back home?

Was it love or something bigger,

I was scared to call my own?

I kept choosing independence,

Like it saved me from the fall.

But every road I took,

Just led me to it still.

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[Final Chorus] (biggest lift — layered vocals)

Coming home ain’t easy -

When I’m on my own.

Backseat holds your memory -

Riding shotgun with a ghost.

Every mile’s a reminder,

Of the truth I can’t outrun.

I was never chasing freedom -

I was leaving the only one,

That loved the lesser parts of me.

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[Outro] (drop back down — reflective, unresolved but hopeful)

Exit sign in the distance -

Might be where I start to slow.

If there’s still a light on…

I might find my way back home.