Fold That Map

מילים

[Verse 1] I keep a folded map in the pocket of my coat Corner marked in blue where the old train used to go Dad said, “Make it count,” while the kettle clicked and sighed So I learned to turn a small room into a mile-wide sky Now the page gets crowded, every margin has a plan Ink on both my fingers, still I write it where I can No borrowed crown, no shortcut, no parade Just a steady pair of shoes and the promise that I made [Chorus] One step, then another, let the whole thing take shape I was building from a whisper, now the walls can’t hold the bass Hands up for the work, every mark, every mile I came in with a question, now I’m leaving with a style [Verse 2] Missed the last bus home, took the long way through the park Rehearsed a better answer underneath the courthouse clock Every setback had a lesson tucked inside its cheap disguise Every “not yet” put a little more precision in my stride I don’t need a perfect start, I need a reason to begin Turn a rough draft into rhythm, let the next page pull me in If you’re standing at the edge with your whole life in your hands Take one breath, choose a direction, make a little room to land [Chorus] One step, then another, let the whole thing take shape I was building from a whisper, now the walls can’t hold the bass Hands up for the work, every mark, every mile I came in with a question, now I’m leaving with a style [Outro] Fold that map, keep moving, let the next road unfold One step, then another—make the story your own