Same Sky

Same Sky

Verse 1

Gravel roads and gasoline,

Wind through the windows, hands on the wheel.

Cornfields bending like they’ve been here before,

Same old fence lines, same county soil.

Dust don’t care who you used to be,

Just clings to your boots and follows your feet.

I learned young the land don’t lie,

It keeps its stories under the same sky.

Verse 2

Dirt roads hum when the night gets thin,

Tires talking back where the blacktop ends.

Woods go quiet, pastures breathe,

You hear yourself think when you let ‘em be.

Some folks fade like an old name sign,

Some stay stitched in the back of your mind.

Blood ain’t always a family tree,

Sometimes it’s who stands there quietly.

Chorus

I was raised by roads that don’t need names,

By borrowed time and hand-me-down pain.

By work-worn hands and leaving lights,

By staying gone and coming back.

Every mile carved something true,

Every loss showed me what to do.

I come from backroads and bloodlines,

Still breathing under the same sky.

Verse 3

I’ve driven straight till my lungs burned blue,

Chasing peace like I always do.

Windows down, letting the cold rush in,

Trying to outrun who I’ve been.

Some nights I swear the dark talks back,

Asking me what I’m running at.

Guess healing ain’t a finish line,

It’s learning how to lose the time.

Verse 4 (Godwin-style, grounded)

These blood roots run deeper than a northern Georgia pine, soar around this county like an eagle flys, came quiet, not loud or clean,

More like dirt under fingernails and knees.

I don’t claim answers, I claim the ground,

And the grace that met me when I slowed down.

Chorus

I was raised by roads that don’t need names,

By borrowed time and hand-me-down pain.

By meals that stretched and doors held wide,

By being lost and still surviving.

Every mile carved something true,

Every scar showed me what to do.

I come from backroads and bloodlines,

Still breathing under the same sky.

Verse 5 (subtle)

Static songs and September nights,

Headlights humming through hollowed pines.

Past pulled heavy, future thin,

But I kept rolling anyway then.

Some days peace feels paper-thin,

Some days it settles under my skin.

I don’t chase perfect, I chase what stays,

A steady heart and slower days.

Bridge (very quiet, spoken-sung)

I don’t need much if I’m being honest,

Just somewhere solid when the world feels soft.

If tomorrow comes rough or kind,

I’ll take it slow, one mile at a time.

What broke me once don’t break me now,

It showed me how to build a house.

Final Chorus

I was shaped by roads I still run through,

By what I lost and what I chose.

By family found and family gone,

By learning where I belong.

Every mile still knows my name,

Every prayer sounds the same.

I come from backroads and bloodlines,

Still breathing under the same sky.

Outro (fade)

When the dust settles and the engine cools,

I’ll take the long way like I always do.

If you ever wonder why I try,

I’ve been walking home

Under

The

Same sky

Same sky