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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Eighteen years in the same small room
Posters peeling, dust and gloom
Mama’s crying down the hall
Daddy doesn’t say much at all
There’s a duffel bag beside my bed
A thousand things I should’ve said
Recruiter told me, “Son, you’re grown”
Funny how grown feels so alone
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know where this road will end
Don’t know who I’ll be when I come back again
[Chorus]
There’s a pair of boots by the door
And I ain’t that kid anymore
Got my whole damn life in a bag on my back
One-way ticket down a one-way track
I’m scared as hell, but I won’t let it show
Some things a man’s gotta learn on his own
I love this house, but I need something more
So I’m leaving my childhood
With my boots by the door
[Verse 2]
Bus rolled out before daylight
Mama disappeared beneath the highway lights
I watched my hometown fade away
Like every memory knew I couldn’t stay
Then came the screaming and the rain
Mud on my face, fire in my veins
They broke us down to build us straight
Taught us how to carry our own damn weight
Met some brothers without my blood
Sweat beside ’em, bled in the mud
Different towns, different names
But underneath we’re all the same
[Pre-Chorus]
Every mile took something from me
Every scar showed me who I could be
[Chorus]
There’s a pair of boots by the door
And I ain’t that kid anymore
Got my whole damn life in a bag on my back
No turning around, no looking back
I’m scared as hell, but I won’t let it show
Some things a man’s gotta learn on his own
I love that house, but I found something more
Than the kid who left his boots
Sitting by the door
[Bridge – quiet, dirty guitar]
Mama…
I still hear you saying my name
Daddy…
I finally understand your face
You knew someday
I’d have to go
You can give a kid a home…
But you gotta let him find his road
[Heavy Breakdown]
So break me down
Build me back
Put everything I’ve got
Inside this pack
Let me fall
Let me bleed
Let me figure out
The man I’m supposed to be
I DIDN’T LEAVE
BECAUSE I HATED HOME
I LEFT…
TO FIND MY OWN.
[Final Chorus]
Now there’s a pair of boots on my feet
Marching where my fear and my future meet
Got my brothers standing left and right
Learning how to carry each other through the night
And I’m still that kid somewhere down below
But there are some things only leaving can show
I’ll always know what I’m fighting for—
That little house
That gravel road
And Mama waving from the door
Yeah, I left home
To find my own way
Put on the uniform
And carried my name
I don’t know where
This road will end…
But the kid who left home
Ain’t coming back the same.
[Outro]
Same old room…
Same old door…
But those boots
Aren’t sitting there
Anymore.
Details
GeneratedSep 1, 2026
Duration5:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, alternative rock, grunge, post-grunge, nu metal
Credits
Prompt byDiscoDrift214
ModelAria v5.5
