Verse
I left my shadow down in New Orleans,
on a stage still warm from yesterday’s dreams.
Packed my heart with a half-written tune,
chasing sunrise somewhere past the moon.
I didn’t mean to fall that night,
just one wrong step into the light —
and there you were with open hands,
changing all my broken plans.
Pre-chorus
Clouds drift slow like a soft refrain,
every mile feels like sweet champagne.
I laugh, I shake, I almost cry —
learning how to say goodbye.
Chorus
I’m somewhere between the sky and you,
between what I was and what feels true.
If love’s a song I’ve never known,
then play it soft — I’m coming home.