[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 water’s call, a sacred sign. [Chorus] That torn map leads me back, To where the river bends and time don’t crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where I’m never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdin’ 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 don’t crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where I’m never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdin’ tight to that treasure of old. [Bridge] Even when life’s tides grow strong, That little map keeps pulling me along, Through every storm and quiet night, That spot’s my heart, my guiding light. [Chorus] That torn map leads me back, To where the river bends and time don’t crack, Old fishing spot beneath the blue, Where every cast feels like brand new. That torn map brings me home, To quiet waves where I’m never alone, Faith in the flow, and the stories untold, Holdin’ tight to that treasure of old. [Outro] Holdin’ tight to that treasure of old.