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We built a life between the lines, and now we’re laying down the grain,
Years of dreams in boxes, waiting through the sun and rain,
That studio stood quiet, like a song without a sound,
Till we opened up those boards and spread our future on the ground.
You held the ends, I set the seams, we moved without a word,
Like a fiddle finds a rhythm only two hearts ever heard,
Every plank a memory, every cut a little test,
But side by side we found a way to give our very best.
Chorus:
And it’s the journey, not the finish line we chase,
It’s the slow and steady rhythm of your hands in mine place to place,
Every step we take together leaves a story in its wake,
We weren’t just laying hardwood, we were building what we make,
Yeah the road we walk together is the treasure that we claim,
It’s the journey, not the destination, that remains.
Sawdust in the sunlight like a golden summer haze,
Your laughter in the doorway carried me through longer days,
We fit those crooked corners like we’ve done a time or two,
Life don’t always measure straight, but it squares up me and you.
We’d step back just to see it, then lean in once again,
Fix a line, adjust a dream, like we always have been,
No rush to cross the finish, no need to race the end,
’Cause every inch we laid down brought me closer to my friend.
Chorus:
And it’s the journey, not the finish line we chase,
It’s the slow and steady rhythm of your hands in mine place to place,
Every step we take together leaves a story in its wake,
We weren’t just laying hardwood, we were building what we make,
Yeah the road we walk together is the treasure that we claim,
It’s the journey, not the destination, that remains.
Bridge:
Now that floor’s a dance we’ll never leave behind,
Every board a heartbeat, every knot a piece of time,
And when the music plays in that room we built with care,
It’ll carry all the love we laid together there.
Final Chorus:
Yeah it’s the journey, not the finish line we chase,
It’s the quiet understanding in the lines upon your face,
Every mile, every moment, every chance we chose to stay,
Turned a house into a memory we’ll never give away,
And if I had to do it all again, I’d choose the very same,
’Cause the journey is the reason… we became.
CDMoore
