Where The Road Begins

I ride through the valley on my old, worn saddle,

the wind carries your name with every stride.

The sun slips gently down behind the mountains,

as if it’s longing just to see your smile.

The lights of the ranch start softly glowing,

like your eyes when you’re talking about love.

And though this road keeps stretching on forever,

with you beside me, it never feels too tough.

’Cause you’re the place where every road begins,

my steady north, my reason to roam.

You are the voice that quiets all my storms,

my endless shelter, my heart’s true home.

Oh, darling mine, how lucky I’ve been—

call out my name, and I’ll always come home.

Night settles softly over the wide plain,

the sky holds every story of our days.

Your hands find mine, and suddenly I’m certain

your laughter is the song my soul obeys.

And if someday the world turns cold around us,

and the winds try to make us lose our way,

I’ll be the warmth that holds your trembling heartbeat,

you’ll be the strength that helps me stay.

’Cause you’re the place where every road begins,

my steady north, my reason to roam.

You are the voice that quiets all my storms,

my endless shelter, my heart’s true home.

Oh, darling mine, how lucky I’ve been—

call out my name, and I’ll always come home.