In the tavern, wood and smoke,
Golden beer and dirty jokes,
Fiddle crying, boots in time,
I lose my worries in the wine.
Coins on table, laughing loud,
Faces turning in the crowd,
Old men sing of “back then,”
Young hearts break and start again.
I raise my glass, I raise my chin,
To all the roads I’ve walked within,
For family, for love, for pain—
For every storm and every rain.
Then the door swings wide—cold breath,
Night outside like quiet death,
My feet step out, my head is flame,
The village road calls out my name.
Oh, the road, the road, it pulls me home,
Through mud and moon, I walk alone,
My legs are jokes, my eyes are wild,
But in my chest I keep one light.
Life spins hard, and life spins fast,
But love is what will always last—
So I stumble, I sway, I carry on,
To the lantern in the window gone.
First the houses, sleeping tight,
Dogs that bark at drunken night,
A baby sighs behind a wall,
I hear my own youth in that small call.
I think of hands that held my face,
Of supper steam, of table grace,
How easy love can slip away
When you don’t say what you should say.
Then the road turns dark and thin,
Graves like teeth in crooked grin,
Crosses whisper, names in stone,
Tell me “boy, you’re not alone.”
Oh, the road, the road, it pulls me home,
Past silent bones, past shadowed loam,
My legs are knots, my mind is storms,
But I remember why I’m warm.
Tomorrow’s fear is heavy weight,
But I won’t trade my family’s name—
So I stumble, I sway, I carry on,
To the lantern in the window gone.
Slow… slow… the forest breathes,
Black wet leaves around my feet,
Branches claw my jacket sleeve,
Asking what I still believe.
I talk to trees, I curse the dark,
I laugh at me—this foolish spark—
But somewhere deep, I feel it true:
A road can bend, but not break you.
Oh, the road, the road, it pulls me home,
Through graveyard wind, through forest foam,
My legs are weak, my eyes still blur,
But there it is—my universe.
A little light in a window frame,
Not just tonight—my aim, my name—
So I stumble, I sway, I carry on,
To the lantern in the window—ON!
The road is cruel, the road is kind,
But that small light resets my mind…
Home… home… I’m moving on.
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