[Verse] Steel wheels hum on a broken seam, Map cracked like old skin, no name to redeem. Signs flicker past in a neon haze— "Seattle 50 miles," "Denver, just days." But nowhere says "home" in the cold, Just miles that unfold and never grow old. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve followed the lines, I’ve chased the glow, Every exit a lie, every road a show. The sky’s got no end, and my voice is gone— I’m still not where I started, not where I belong. [Chorus] Highway signs point to every place but home, Every name but mine, every light but my own. I’m on the edge of a map that don’t care, Drifting through miles with no one to share. Highway signs point to every place but home— And I’m not coming back, but I’m not quite gone. [Verse] Gas station dreams and a flicker of gold, Bills in my pocket, heart in the cold. I read each sign like a prayer in disguise— "Las Vegas," "Portland," "Lodge at the skies." But the silence between the letters screams, A world full of turns, and no one’s been. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve learned every bend, every stretch and strain— Every road leads to a different pain. The night don’t sleep, and I can’t close my eyes, Just a voice on the wind: “You’re not home, you’re not home.” [Chorus] Highway signs point to every place but home, Every name but mine, every light but my own. I’m on the edge of a map that don’t care, Drifting through miles with no one to share. Highway signs point to every place but home— And I’m not coming back, but I’m not quite gone. [Bridge] Maybe home’s not a town or a road or a date— Maybe it’s the ache that I’m not late. Maybe it’s the silence when the engine dies, A breath between the lies. I’m not running from, I’m running to— To a door I’ve never seen but still know. [Chorus] Highway signs point to every place but home, Every name but mine, every light but my own. I’m on the edge of a map that don’t care, Drifting through miles with no one to share. Highway signs point to every place but home— And I’m not coming back, but I’m not quite gone. [Outro] Every sign says go… But my bones say no. Not now. Not ever. Not home.