Everywhere I Want To Be

[Verse 1]
She’s the fog in the pines at dawn
Coffee steam on a flannel sleeve
Boot prints dark in the Oregon moss
She’s the air that lets me breathe
She’s the ridge where the sky feels close
Snow in my beard
Lungs burning clean
Alaska in her steady hands
Holding every broken piece of me
[Chorus]
My lover
She is made of everywhere I want to be
From the forest to the summit to the salt along the sea
When I’m lost out on the road and there’s nowhere that feels like home
I remember she’s the place that every highway’s leading me
She’s everywhere I want to be
[Verse 2]
She’s the tide on a warm night shore
Sand stuck wet to my shoes
Laughter running down my back
Sunburn red and ocean blue
She’s the trail that I can’t quite quit
The long way round I always choose
Every map inside my glovebox
Folds itself and points to you
[Chorus]
My lover
She is made of everywhere I want to be
From the forest to the summit to the salt along the sea
When I’m lost out on the road and there’s nowhere that feels like home
I remember she’s the place that every highway’s leading me
She’s everywhere I want to be

Indie-folk ballad with male vocals; intimate fingerpicked acoustic and soft upright bass, brushed snare and light shaker for motion. Verses stay hushed and close-mic’d, with subtle pedal steel swells; chorus blooms with warm harmonies and a distant organ pad. Final refrain strips back to guitar and voice for a tender, lingering close.