[Verse] Plane hit the tarmac, I’m stuck in the queue, Luggage gone quiet, like a phone with no view. Gate’s closed, flight’s delayed, but I’m still on the beat, Mic in hand, heart in my chest, no time to retreat. [Pre-Chorus] They said “wait,” but I can’t, I’ve got a show to start, Even lost, I’m still a part of the art. [Chorus] I’m in the middle of nowhere, still making music, No luggage, no peace, but I’m still doing it. Mic in my grip, no time to think, Every delay is a reason to sing. Yeah, I’m lost, but I’m still on the track, Even on the floor, my soul won’t crack. [Verse] Checked the bag, checked the flight, checked the sky, No suitcase, no shoes, but I’m still walking high. Backline’s here, so’s the band, We don’t need luggage, we’re built to stand. [Pre-Chorus] They said “wait,” but I can’t, I’ve got a show to start, Even lost, I’m still a part of the art. [Chorus] I’m in the middle of nowhere, still making music, No luggage, no peace, but I’m still doing it. Mic in my grip, no time to think, Every delay is a reason to sing. Yeah, I’m lost, but I’m still on the track, Even on the floor, my soul won’t crack. [Bridge] Soul don’t care if the bags didn’t land, I’m just a man with a voice and a plan. No map, no name, just rhythm and flame, This soundcheck is my home, this stage is my name. [Chorus] I’m in the middle of nowhere, still making music, No luggage, no peace, but I’m still doing it. Mic in my grip, no time to think, Every delay is a reason to sing. Yeah, I’m lost, but I’m still on the track, Even on the floor, my soul won’t crack. [Outro] So let the plane go, let the wheels take flight, I’m already on stage—this soundcheck’s my light.