I’ve chased sunsets down backroads,
Followed hearts that lost their way.
Packed up dreams in an old suitcase,
Left a little piece with every name.
I’ve learned that love ain’t always pretty,
Sometimes it cuts before it heals.
But every scar’s another mile
On a road that’s turning real.
I ain’t ashamed of where I’ve been,
’Cause every detour got me here.
If grace can grow in red clay dirt,
Then hope can bloom anywhere.
Maybe all these wrong turns
Are just right timing.
Maybe every goodbye’s been
A silver lining.
Every tear I cried
Watered something deep inside.
I believe there’s a porch light
Burning somewhere just for me.
The good Lord ain’t forgotten,
He’s still writing my story.
So I’ll keep on driving,
Heart wide open, windows down…
Maybe all these wrong turns
Lead to the love I’ve been waiting on.
These days I know my worth better,
I don’t settle just to stay.
Love oughta feel like coming home,
Not wondering if it’ll walk away.
My babies deserve to see
A love that’s steady, strong, and true.
So I’m saving all my forever
For someone who’ll see it through.
He won’t have to fix my past,
I already fought those storms.
He’ll just meet me where I am,
Love me with my heart still worn.
We’ll laugh about the roads behind us,
Thank the miles we had to roam.
‘Cause sometimes forever’s waiting
Down the longest road back home.
Maybe all these wrong turns
Were just right timing.
Every closed door
Led me to better horizons.
I ain’t losing faith,
I’m just letting life unfold.
The best kind of love
Don’t come from chasing—
It meets you on the road
When your heart’s finally whole.
Maybe all these wrong turns
Were the ones that brought me home.
Here’s to red dirt…
Open roads…
Second chances…
And the kind of love worth waiting for.
