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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He set the glass on the rail
Old hands, salt in the nails
One last run past the gray
One more map in the brain
Tar on the boots, worn rope in his grip
Names in the wind from every old trip
Port lights fade, then they slip
But he still knows every lip of the sea
[Pre-Chorus]
And the choir in his chest
Sings what he never said
Every scar on his skin
Is a mile that he lived
[Chorus]
Take me home, take me home
Through the foam, through the foam
I was never just one road
I was the whole wide load
Take me home, take me home
Salt and bone, salt and bone
(hold the line) (hold the line)
Till the last light goes
[Verse 2]
His son at a desk by the screen glow
Finds that old book in the bottom drawer
Granddad’s name on the cracked blue cover
Pages bent by a thousand shores
Ink gone soft, but the words still burn
“Learn the tide, then let it turn”
Every crossed-out town, every lesson learned
Reads like a map his father earned
[Pre-Chorus]
And the choir in his chest
Sings what he never said
Every scar on his skin
Is a mile that he lived
[Chorus]
Take me home, take me home
Through the foam, through the foam
I was never just one road
I was the whole wide load
Take me home, take me home
Salt and bone, salt and bone
(hold the line) (hold the line)
Till the last light goes
[Bridge]
The old man closes his eyes
The boy turns a careful page
One on the final tide
One just learning the way
And somewhere between the two
A voice keeps pulling through
Not goodbye, not gone
Just carried on
[Final Chorus]
Take me home, take me home
Through the foam, through the foam
I was never just one road
I was the whole wide load
Take me home, take me home
Salt and bone, salt and bone
(hold the line) (hold the line)
Till the last light goes
[Outro]
One sea, one name
One hand, one page
One last wave
Then home is made
Details
GeneratedJun 20, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic rap with male vocals, half-time drums and a swaying ship-deck bounce; verse rides sparse piano, low strings, and hand-hit percussion, while the pre-chorus opens into wordless choir stacks and rising brass. Chorus lands with a short chant, doubled lead, and gang harmonies. Tape hiss, gull calls, and a swell before the final lift. Wide, emotional, film-score sheen., rap, reading
Credits
Prompt byMagicAnthem408
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Emotinal rap, cinematic choir: An old sailor taking one last trip on his old ship, thinking bout everywhere he has traveled. His son reading his grandads journal at the same time somewhere else.
