Morning on the kitchen floor
Coffee cold, suitcase by the door
You say my name, the room turns slow
Every fear I've packed starts to overflow
Your voice, my horizon
Calling me past where the map runs thin
Every word like a sunrise
Drawing new borders on my skin
I don't know where I'm going
But I know what I'm holding
Your voice, my horizon
Streetlights fade in rearview glass
Old hometown shrinking in the past
You hum that tune through a shaky phone
Suddenly this highway feels like home
Your voice, my horizon
Calling me past where the map runs thin
Every word like a sunrise
Drawing new borders on my skin
I don't know where I'm going
But I know what I'm holding
Your voice, my horizon
If I lose the road, lose the signal
If the sky turns strange and wild
Say my name just a whisper
And I'll find a line to your side
Your voice, my horizon
Calling me past where the map runs thin
Every word like a sunrise
Drawing new borders on my skin
I don't know where I'm going
But I know what I'm holding
Your voice, my horizon