Somehow I’m Still Here

I ran a four-wheeler through a barbed wire fence,

Could’ve lost my life, made no damn sense.

Laid there bleedin’ in the noonday sun,

Thinkin’ ‘bout all the things I ain’t done.

Rolled my truck on an old dirt road,

Tires in the air like a prayer I owed.

They said, “Son, that could’ve been the end,”

But I just lit a smoke and drove home again.

Somehow I’m still here,

Through all the wreckage, dust, and fear.

I don’t know why the Lord ain’t called,

I’ve done less rising than I’ve done falls.

I’ve lost more nights than I’ve found peace,

But I keep movin’, piece by piece.

Somehow… I’m still here.

Got too high once, thought the walls could hear,

Heard my own heartbeat loud and clear.

Paranoia danced in the TV screen,

The devil showed up in faded jeans.

Family treats me like a ghost these days,

Can’t say I blame 'em for walkin’ away.

Holidays pass like taillights in rain,

I built this distance, I can’t complain.

But somehow I’m still here,

With a soul stitched up from year to year.

I got friends six feet and names I toast,

While I drive this life like it’s runnin’ on ghosts.

I've got kids I feel I don’t deserve,

But I keep workin’, nerve by nerve.

Somehow… I’m still here.

I ain’t clean, I ain’t wise,

But I’ve seen the truth behind some lies.

And I hold on for the sake of love,

Even when it's all push, and never enough.

Yeah, somehow I’m still here,

With broke-down dreams and borrowed years.

Each scar's a road I had to cross,

Each breath a win, each friend a loss.

I ain’t proud, but I’m still tryin’,

Even when it feels like dyin’.

Somehow… I’m still here.