Suitcase heart, sunrise eyes
I chase the road where silence lies
Woke up in a town I barely know
Same sky, but a softer glow
Maps are folded, time unwinds
I leave little pieces behind
Window seats and whispered names
I collect the stillness more than fame
Miles and mornings, soft and slow
Coffee cups and skies I know
No loud goodbyes, no endless plans
Just postcards written in shifting sands
Every step feels like a song
And I’ve been humming it all along
Strangers pass with kind-eyed grace
Every stop feels like your face
I breathe the air of somewhere new
But it always circles back to you
I’m not lost, I’m just becoming
Every mile feels like something
Miles and mornings, soft and slow
Coffee cups and skies I know
No loud goodbyes, no endless plans
Just postcards written in shifting sands
Every step feels like a song
And I’ve been humming it all along
(You find yourself between the roads… in the rhythm where nobody knows)
Miles and mornings, calm and wide
Memories packed but dreams still ride
No need to settle, no need to stay
I carry peace along the way
And every whisper of the dawn
Tells me I’ve been home all along
Miles and mornings…
Just moving on…