[Verse] Folded edges worn and frayed, Colors fading, lines all swayed, A little piece torn off the side, Marks the place where I confide. [Pre-Chorus] Salt in the breeze, whispers in pine, The waterâs call, a sacred sign. [Chorus] That torn map leads me back, To where the river bends and time donât crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where Iâm never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdinâ tight to that treasure of old. [Verse] Sunset colors paint the sky, Memories drift as the day goes by, Lines on my hands, a gentle hold, On promises kept, and tales retold. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes of laughter, soft and clear, In every ripple, you feel near. [Chorus] That torn map leads me back, To where the river bends and time donât crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where Iâm never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdinâ tight to that treasure of old. [Bridge] Even when lifeâs tides grow strong, That little map keeps pulling me along, Through every storm and quiet night, That spotâs my heart, my guiding light. [Chorus] That torn map leads me back, To where the river bends and time donât crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where Iâm never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdinâ tight to that treasure of old. [Outro] Holdinâ tight to that treasure of old.