(Verse 1)
There was a man who lived his life
Like furniture in a room
He showed up where they put him
He did what he assumed
He paid the bills on time
He laughed at all the jokes
He never missed a meeting
He was one of the decent folks
(Verse 2)
But somewhere in his thirties
The color left the walls
He couldn’t say exactly when
Just that nothing felt at all
The coffee tasted like the mug
The music like the air
He’d catch himself in mirrors
And wonder who was there
(Chorus)
Is there anybody in there?
Is there anyone at home?
Did you trade yourself so slowly
You forgot you were alone?
He was the man who went away
Without ever leaving town
He locked the door from the inside
And slowly settled down
(Verse 3)
His wife would ask him questions
He’d answer from the script
His children showed him drawings
He smiled and let it slip
Not cruel, not even absent
Just floating slightly left
A ghost inside his own life
A man of minor theft
(Verse 4)
He stole from himself daily
Small coins he’d never miss
The moments he could’ve been there
The chances he dismissed
He didn’t know he was the thief
He didn’t know the cost
He only knew that something
Somewhere had gotten lost
(Bridge)
And the years went by like highways
And the highways looked the same
And he drove through every season
Without remembering his name
Until one night he pulled the car
To the shoulder of the road
And sat there in the darkness
With the weight of what he owed
(Verse 5)
No epiphany, no angels
Just a man beside the lane
Watching the trucks pass by him
In the ordinary rain
And something in him whispered—
Not loud, not even clear—
You’re still in there, aren’t you?
You’ve been waiting all these years.
(Verse 6)
He didn’t turn his life around
That’s not how the story goes
He just stopped pretending
That he didn’t know what he knows
He drove home a little different
He walked in through the door
And when his daughter showed a drawing
He sat with her on the floor
(Outro)
There is a man still living
In a house on a quiet street
He’s not enlightened, not transformed
Just a little more complete
Some days the fog still finds him
Some days he drifts away
But now he knows he’s drifting
And he chooses to stay
He was the man who went away
He’s the man who’s coming back
Not in glory, not in thunder
Just one foot on the track
One foot
Then the other
That’s all it ever was
The man who finally came home
Simply
Because
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