Yeah…
Sometimes you find the road,
Just to lose it again.
And maybe that’s the point.

Got a map full of lines I can’t read,
Heart full of plans I don’t need.
Every turn feels déjà vu,
Every truth got a different hue.
Been prayin’ more, but sayin’ less,
Faith ain’t fixin’ my GPS.
Guess peace don’t always mean you stay —
Sometimes you wander anyway.

I got a broken compass, but I still go,
Don’t know the way, but I still roll slow.
Every wrong turn just part of the plan,
Every lost mile still makes a man.
Yeah, my needle spin, my lights flicker dim,
But I keep movin’ — I still believe in him.
If I don’t find north, that’s okay,
Maybe grace still knows the way.

Talked to God through static and storms,
He said, “Son, that’s just how you’re formed.”
Said, “You can’t steer peace like a car,
You just drive till you know who you are.”
Got friends ahead and ghosts behind,
Every mile still rewires my mind.
Ain’t afraid of the dark no more,
Sometimes lost is what light is for.

I got a broken compass, but I still go,
Don’t know the way, but I still roll slow.
Every wrong turn just part of the plan,
Every lost mile still makes a man.
Yeah, my needle spin, my lights flicker dim,
But I keep movin’ — I still believe in him.
If I don’t find north, that’s okay,
Maybe grace still knows the way.

If I stop too long, the world gets loud,
If I move too fast, I lose the crowd.
But peace ain’t people, peace ain’t sound,
It’s breathin’ deep when the road breaks down.
Ain’t tryna prove what I don’t know,
Ain’t tryna fix what can still grow.
If lost means livin’ — I’ll take that road,
Even broken compasses still get home.

Yeah, I ain’t scared of driftin’ no more,
The tide just takes me where I’m meant for.
You can’t map mercy, can’t chart the soul,
Just gotta trust the pull and let it roll.
Been down backroads I can’t recall,
Still found myself through it all.
Don’t need a sign, don’t need a plan,
Just a spark, a prayer, and a grain of sand.

I got a broken compass, but I still go,
Don’t know the way, but I still roll slow.
Every wrong turn just part of the plan,
Every lost mile still makes a man.
Yeah, my needle spin, my lights flicker dim,
But I keep movin’ — I still believe in him.
If I don’t find north, that’s okay,
Maybe grace still knows the way.

Yeah…
Guess lost ain’t really lost —
if you’re still movin’.