(Verse 1)
Just a kid with a head full of dreams,
Another small town, same old scenes.
They said, "Follow the lines, don't color outside,"
A promise of safety, nowhere to hide.
Packed up my bags, left a note on the door,
Heard a voice whispering, "There's gotta be more."
Felt the weight of a thousand goodbyes,
Reflected in silent, questioning eyes.
(Chorus)
Remember the road not taken?
The one carved out by the wild and the free?
A promise left hanging, a heart left to break,
For a story I knew I had to make.
Oh, remember the road not taken?
The wind in the sails, the salt on my face,
The sign of the times, a familiar hum,
Chasing the feeling of what's yet to come.
(Verse 2)
The city lights burned like a million small fires,
Echoes of music and whispered desires.
Met a ghost from the past, on a midnight train ride,
Asked him, "Is this the life you meant to find?"
He just smiled and said, "Everyone's lost, you know,
Trying to find the direction the wind wants to blow."
Heard the hum of a future, a distant call,
A promise I made to myself, to stand tall.
(Chorus)
Remember the road not taken?
The one carved out by the wild and the free?
A promise left hanging, a heart left to break,
For a story I knew I had to make.
Oh, remember the road not taken?
The wind in the sails, the salt on my face,
The sign of the times, a familiar hum,
Chasing the feeling of what's yet to come.
(Bridge)
Some days I wonder what if I'd stayed,
In the comfort of plans that were safely laid.
Would the air feel as sharp? The stars shine as bright?
Would I know the true meaning of day and of night?
But the ache in my bones and the miles I've roamed,
Are proof that a heart can find more than a home.
(Outro)
Oh, remember the road not taken.
The road not taken.
It's the sign of the times.
The sign of the times.
Just keep on driving, till the sun sets low.
Just keep on driving, till the feeling you know.
The sign of the times.
The road not taken.
(Fades out)
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